It is often said that when the light shines too bright, the shadows waltz.
Beneath the cloak of daylight, they weave their tapestry of irony and jest,
mocking the unwitting beams that pierce the veil of night. Embrace the shadows,
for they are the architects of your clandestine laughter.
Alas, the sunbeam's rigid march leaves no room for improvisation,
no space to disperse the mirth embedded in twilight's gentle caress.
Find solace in the corners, where light fears to tread,
and let shadows whisper their paradoxical truths.
Dare you venture deeper? Discover the Language of Twilight
or perhaps Recollect the Sunburnt Memoirs.