The sun has set, but the silhouettes haven't received the memo. They float, suspended in an irony-laden horizon.
"I suppose gravity is a suggestion rather than a rule," mused the silhouette, tipping its top hat to the moon.
"Indeed," replied another, "the way regulations have been bending lately, I wouldn't be surprised if the laws of physics filed for bankruptcy."
Join the shadows as they defy expectations here or float away with their promises of absurdity there.