In a world where shadows play the clarinet, and light occasionally dabbles in interpretive dance, we find ourselves at an intersection of sound and silhouette.
The orchestra of the night, led by Maestro Solitude, conducts an aria of ephemeral echoes – sounds that you can hear only when you're not listening.
Shadows never miss a beat, yet they always play in the minor key. Rumor has it, they're working on a major project, but funding keeps falling through.