"Is it dusk or are we just lost in another existential rumble?" pondered the Shadow over there, twirling what might have been a mustache.
The sun has gone to bed, and here we are, wandering the edges of the day, like socks in the laundry without their pairs. Shadows don't wear watches, you know. Time is but a flicker of light, and we've misplaced the fuse.
"I once tried walking east and ended up walking west because, well, I forgot which way I was facing," said another shadow, slouching against the wall of a metaphysical bookstore.
And so, into the twilight we trot, an adventure less taken, with twists and turns more made up than a cat's reason for knocking over vases. A shadow approaches. It's the same one from earlier, wearing a slightly more confident slouch.
"Care for a stroll or perhaps a dramatic pause?" it inquired, adjusting an invisible fedora.
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"This way," it said, "the light is always behind you. Just like your shadow. How poetic, eh?"