When echo lost its shadow,
a haunting void took shadow\'s place.
No longer bound by shade\'s gentle grasp,
then echo drifted through empty space.
Without its shadow, echo felt cold,
a chilling darkness, an eerie silence.
No longer whole, it sought the past,
its identity lost, its voice forlorn.
A slightest whisper, a lonely sound,
echoed through the void, not fully grown.
In shadow\'s absence, echo’s flown,
a fractured call, a hollow plea.
Urgency thrived, time running thin,
the void grew darker, shadows dimmed.
Abandonment and isolation crept,
disorientation through endless nights.
A mysterious force, unseen, unknown,
had stolen shadow, left echo alone.
A veil of secrecy, a hidden dread,
echo\'s search led to the edge of the thread.
Emotional stakes, a heart laid bare,
echo\'s sorrow, a silent prayer.
In the chasm of longing, hope remained,
to find its shadow, and be whole again.