Where Shadows Exhale
In a world where light is celebrated, the shadows hold an annual symposium. Discussions abound on the complexities of their paradoxical existence – how they diminish only to thrive in the absence of illumination.
“We are but the echoes of light’s laughter,” declares a shadow, its voice deeper than the void.
Suddenly, a paradox emerges: if one seeks the symbiosis of shadow and light, does it not follow that they must first embrace the night’s ironies?
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