The Secret Language of Shadows

Your shadow isn't a reflection of light; it's a map to where you've been in

other lives. I stepped through a flickering candle flame and found myself in Umbra,

the world of silhouettes. Everything there is made of dark ink where mountains

are memories and rivers are ancient dreams. We spend our lives running from

the dark, thinking it is just an empty, scary void. But shadows don't

follow us, they're actually leading us back to the source of our magic.

The real twist is that you are not the solid person standing here in the

light. You are actually just the shadow's long dream of what it feels