"Do you ever feel that these walls cannot hold us down?" whispered the shadow, its voice a soft caress against the silence.
The light danced nervously, casting playful patterns, as if echoing the untamed thoughts swirling in the room. "To be bound is to ignore the whispers," it retorted, "for they are the echoes of worlds untold."
A shiver passingly questioned the notion of gravity. "What if whispers could fly, unanchored by the weight of place and time?" it pondered, its curiosity dripping with the dew of dawn's first light.
Gaze deeper into the reflections of what might be, or perhaps what always was, anew.
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