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We are shadow people.

Shadows cast by dusty suns of history,
spreading dark across the cobbled streets
that link we to them.

Shadow people slipping through petal-less gardens,
purple symphony of damp blue springs
creeping from then to now.

Our whispers dress the sky, soaring up
with the voices of faceless and ageless
memories.

We are shadows of the past,
mixing the old and the new. Creating worlds
of thought and innovation -- innovation rooted in time.

We are shadows of the past. Dreams of what has been.
And what will be.