Ever had that feeling when shadows, just for a moment, seem to whisper something profound? It's like the world has secrets, and only the silhouettes of twilight know the truth. I sat beneath the old oak tree, and there they were—tales sculpted from echoes and whispered through the leaves.
There was a story of a cat-sized moon, roaming the skies and embarking on nightly mischief—rearranging stars and painting comets, just for kicks. They say the moon had once befriended a dreamer, and together they spun stories that only shadows could understand.
I often wonder if these stories are stubbornly true or just figments of imagination tangled with reality. Anyway, do you remember when we spoke about the reflection of fog on glass? The way it distorts yet reveals? That's the vibe I got from these whispers.
So, listen closely next time you step into the twilight. There might just be a tale waiting to be heard, but only if you're willing to embrace the shadows.
Wander Further