Shadows are the echoes of light, bending perceptions like mirages in a desert of illumination. Where light ends, shadows begin, with stories untold and forms unseen. They are the shapes of absence, the larger-than-life remnants of what could be.
As we delve into the tapestry of shadow forms, we must listen with intent. Each silhouette casts an echo—a resonance that transcends silence. These murmurs compose a symphony in the dark, played by the light's retreat and time's steady hands.
Picture a seashell, held to your ear, a world within a world. It speaks like the shadows do, with whispers intertwined in their signal and noise. The sound of the ocean—actually the echoes of your surroundings—reminding that everything is an echo, even shadows.
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