In the indigo depths of the dunes, where the light begins to fail, the shadows are not merely fleeting shapes. They are heavy, anchored to the earth like anchors made of smoke and memory. These are the Bound Shadows—the echoes of a past that refuses to be forgotten, clinging to the soul like a weight beneath the skin. They whisper of chains we cannot see and burdens we were never meant to carry. Yet, even in their stillness, there is a song of resilience. For every shadow that is bound is simply a heart waiting for the light to set it free.
