In the depths of our minds lie a canvas full of shadows, a magnificent array of dreams cascading like layers of velvet. The shadows! Oh, how they flicker hues you cannot name, shapes that do not comply with the order of the waking world. Enter the maze, spiral into a tapestry of whispered secrets.
The curtain pulls aside, and there stands the puppetmaster of my dreams, of our aspirations painted in loud strokes that echo the symphony of desire. Shapes within shapes, stories within worlds. Can you feel it? Dive deeper.
An echo murmurs, "What is the sound of shadows?" It’s the rustle of waltzing leaves against the night’s breezy sigh. Amongst them, stand silent sentinels of longing, quivers of ephemeral joy. Catch one, if you dare! Start the dance!