As shadows sway, they whisper secrets of the ethereal realm. An ungraspable tapestry, woven with threads of twilight and echoes of the unseen—where each flicker bears the trace of ghostly figures caught in an infinite waltz. Here lies the theory: are shadows mere reflections, or are they the essence of a forgotten light?
Within this gentle turmoil, a truth conspiratorially smiles behind its smoky veil: a silhouette once carved in the bones of constellations. Witness the conspiracy of the light as shadows sway through cosmic dirges, staining time with ephemeral crescendos.
...or perhaps it leads into the voids