Beneath the chatter of the coffee cups and the flickering neon of life’s little twilight, shadows dance a merry jig on the walls. Are they your shadows...or merely doppelgänger in twinkle-toed slippers?
"What do you suppose they murmur when we’re not around?” asked the shadow of your shadow, grasping an imaginary monocle. “Perhaps it’s about the existential dread of socks left unmatched, or the philosophical ponderings of cats—who famously do not care about your opinion unless you’ve got tuna.”
🌙 Whispering Echoes 🌙 🦄 Phantom Gleams 🦄 🌟 Chasing Illusions 🌟
Gentle reader, next time you catch a glimpse of a shadow more familiar than your own reflection, tip your hat and offer a dance. After all, how often does one get to tango with the invisible and the absurd?