Symphony of Silhouettes
In the dim crevices where light dares not dance, shadows compose a symphony as ancient as time itself. Here, the blackness hugs tight against the known world, whispering secrets only the silence understands. Shadows, sentient and soulful, weave their stories into the fabric of the dark, a felting of narratives unspoken in daylight.
Once, in the belly of the night, a shadow named Harmond found himself woven into the threads of a tale long forgotten. "You are the chorus," said an elder shadow, her voice a rustle of wind in empty halls. "An echo in a dark room, a note on an unseen staff."
Harmond's journey began with the softest of whispers, melodies carried on currents of shade and murmurs of the abyss. He followed paths unmarked by time, where the sun’s touch never reached, toward realms untouched by mortal eyes. Along the way, he met Caden, a shadow with the wisdom of old echoes.