— The day two shadows overlapped.
It became unclear
where the boundary had been.
This side and that side.
The observer and the presence.
The distinction
lost its meaning.
Only the shadows overlapped.
Not the forms.
Not the outlines.
And yet,
they stretched in the same direction.
Nothing was pulled closer.
Nothing was forced together.
Time spent side by side
had simply grown longer.
When shadows overlap,
distance disappears.
No one leads.
No one follows.
The relationship
became a single flow.
— To be continued in Episode 16.
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