In the night,
where light dims
and shadows stretch
not with menace, but with memories
They are the echoes of the past
soft imprints of the present
silent storytellers of what was
and architects of what is to be
Shadows stay on the edges of our vision
shadows of remembrance
each movement a tale
each pause a breath
not mere absences of light
but presences, filled with life
with the laughter of ancestors
tears of lost love
dreams of youth
Speak of battles fought
victories and losses
love found in ashes of despair
They carry the whispers
a heritage of strength
a link in an unbroken chain
They shape the ground we walk on
mold our reflections
guide our steps
They are not to be feared, these shadows
for they are us, and we are them
a continuum of existences
connecting countless lives