In a world not too different from your own, sunshine cast not just warmth but a thousand odd forms.
It was here, beneath the swaying pine trees, that a committee of the shadows set up an office.
"Please complete your Shadow Fermentation Release Form before sunset, or risk immediate twilight."
Every shadow, once born from an angle of the sun, faced the daunting task of initial registration.
Name, species type, and expected departure time, all meticulously noted in long forgotten ledgers.
"If you find yourself lost, inquire within the Shadow Storage Unit C."
Yet, as night swept through, paperwork lay stagnant. Forms filed, not filed, required, and paradoxically invalid.
Even the bureaucrats, shadow figures with clipboards, weren't certain where to go next, their own paths undefined.
"All questions regarding Depth Regulations and Length of Stay Exceptions must be directed to the Spokesperson, who shall not be named."