"Do I follow the shadow, or does the shadow follow me?"
"- whispered under the soft glow of an invisible lamp -"

A voice echoed, "the path ahead is woven with threads of forgotten decisions..."
"but no one remembers the weaver."

"Have you seen the porcupine with a broken compass?"
"- It was shivering somewhere beneath a peach tree's unformed ideas." -

Beneath the cracks of their conversation: "Each footstep counts like a heart secretly remembering a melody..."