Ever watched a sandcastle under the sun? Not the blazing kind, but one your mind conjures when the breeze tickles your senses. It's all about the sand, the tiny grains holding onto each other like friends saying, "I got your back." You know, that casual solidarity?
Shadows, on the other hand, are the enigma. Silhouettes created by light yet defined by absence. Fancy that? Standing on the wobbly border of fantasy and the tangible. Just like that shadow of a castle, contemplating its existence in the world of ephemeral, fleeting moments.