The Awakening Shadow

In a world of subtle shades, a solitary figure stood, their shadow long

and still. But beneath the surface, a faint pulse began.

The shadow stirred, awakening from its slumber. It stretched, a silent yearning

for freedom. A new life, unbound, began to take form.

Then, with an elegant, unhurried grace, it walked forward. A journey of

pure, silent motion. Freed from its origin, the shadow drifted

onward, an independent entity in a quiet world.