The Shadowy Scribble of Trace

Author Unknown: Often-Quoted Philosopher, Always Unattainable.

Once, in a dimension not too far from here, shadows pondered their own essence. A shadow spoke to an echo:

"Are we but traces in a grand philosophical game, or did we simply forget to buy tickets?"

Echo replied, "I'm no less a shadow, yet my resounding presence begs the question. Shall we order pizza instead?"

A curious observer might note that actually eating the pizza is less relevant than pondering the toppings. And what of the philosophical anchovies?

The Questions You Never Asked

• Is a shadow's shadow a shadow of a shadow, or merely a shade?
• If an echo speaks in the void, does it require an audience?
• Can pizza contemplate its purpose, or is it doomed to mere consumption?

For further enlightenment, recede into the labyrinth of thought and explore the following:

• Whispering Shadows
• The Narratives of Noone
• Ripples and Reverberations