Night & Guiller
Hey Night, ever wondered why shadows seem to follow us everywhere, even when there's no light? I feel like there's a hidden story behind them.
I’ve seen that too. It feels like they’re holding on to the light we carried, even when it’s gone. In a way, they’re just echoes of what once was, following us until we move on.
Sounds kinda poetic, huh? Maybe the shadows are just leftover friends from when the sun was brighter. They’re stuck waiting for the next light—maybe we just need to keep moving and bring a new glow along. What kind of light do you think we’re carrying?
Maybe it’s the quiet light that comes from knowing why we keep walking, even when the world feels dark. The steady glow of a single thought that keeps us moving forward.