Reflections of Shadows

Once upon a time in that inconvenient hour when the moon dabbles in mischief, the shadows gathered for a conference. The agenda? A humorous yet haunting reimagining of lullabies once sung by figures both ghostly and grand. Like the sandman's cousin who never quite got the hang of it.

"Have you heard," whispered the shadow of a long-forgotten cobbler, "the cat's rendition of your reflection as it eats metaphors?" Laughter echoed, but not in a way you'd expect—more in a way you'd overhear at a laundry party between socks and sheets.

And there began the tale of the spectral lullabies, where the moon's light flickered out silly jokes and the night wind carried sympathy for the light's awkward silence. The stars winked doubtful acknowledgments, their twinkles a Morse code reportedly untranslatable.

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