At dusk, every person casts a second shadow — one that moves with old laughter, vanished rooms, and the faces they forgot. The air turns electric and cold as these dark doubles whisper in dust and moonlight, as if memory itself has found a body. A single step can reopen a whole childhood.
What if shadows remembered us?
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