In the realm of shadows, where the whisper of light fails to penetrate, we sit, vestigially overwhelmed, cautiously pocketing the threads of silent epiphanies. Echoes invariably become lessons, yet the shadow's dance insists on unsurrendered paradox.
Imagine instructing a shadow to adhere to sunlight's ethical guideline. Comprehend the incompatible absorption of its allegiance without a thriving luminosity: a veritable schema of existential absurdity. Unspoken Simplicity reveals itself.