“Shadows lengthen where truths hesitate to speak.”

The shoreline carried a new weight as evening fell. Shadows crept further across the lawn, stretching toward the water as if trying to claim what daylight left behind. Conversations had thinned, but the sense of being overheard remained. Even in the silence, it felt as though someone was always just beyond the edge, listening, waiting, gathering what wasn’t meant to be shared.

At the cove’s edge, the air tightened. The laughter of summer had faded into a cautious quiet, and still the shadows seemed alive, as if they were listening harder than any ear.

At the edge where silence leans,

shadows breathe between the seams.

Every step feels drawn, contained,

by whispers echo cannot name.

What hides in dusk does not relent,

it waits in silence, unbent..

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And just when the quiet seemed steady, a shift stirred in the dark,something more than a shadow, something no one had yet faced.