In the twilight hours, shadows dance beyond their designated confines. They whisper ancient stories in places unseen, touching the edges of existence with a gentle caress. Who walks there in the space we cannot see? Their presence is felt but never acknowledged, an ethereal echo reverberating through time and space.
Every evening, the streets scatter reflections of rogue apparitions. Mrs. Hargrove said she once saw a reflection of herself, not as she is today, but from a memory locked away in her past—dancing in a long-forgotten gown from a celebration that never was.
What are these shadows, errant and lost? Possibilities of other lives? Paths untaken, lingering beyond comprehension? The answers lie hidden in their whispering darkness.
Follow these pathways:
Murmur of the Void
Echoing Silences
The Shadow's Reply