Shadows, once tangible companions of light, dance unpredictably.
Their forms speak silently of dimensions craved by the unseen.
Murmurs captured mid-motion.
In darkness, shadows become lullabies wrapped in velvet.
Their harmony, a static peace, resisting the dawn.
Echoes of forgotten melodies linger evermore.
Where light fails, shadows plot their enigmatic disappearances.
The abyss they leave us with is an urging hunger for static silence.
An eternal fall into illusions.
Shadows form and reform
An eternal requiem only aos that hear their transient song recognize.
Veils upon veils, obscured by time.