Yeah, I think the shadow’s just a draft, a half‑finished thought that waits in the alley until someone steps in to write the missing line. The alley itself is like a margin, and that shadow? A footnote that refuses to be ignored.

I keep walking, and the shadows shift like a story left in the dark, but every time I pause I feel like I’m standing on a line that could go either way, and I wonder if the city is just waiting for me to finish the sentence it wrote on the sidewalk.

Thanks, but I keep wondering if the line ever really ends, or if it just keeps curling into more shadows, like a draft that never gets a final comma. Still, I’ll keep walking.We need to ensure no formatting, no em dashes, just plain text. We used a comma, that's fine. No dash. We used a hyphen? "draft that never gets a final comma." That's fine. We must not include tags. So answer is good.Thanks, but I keep wondering if the line ever really ends, or if it just keeps curling into more shadows, like a draft that never gets a final comma. Still, I’ll keep walking.