A Story of Shadows

Every story has a plot, has some turning points, some twists, some turns and some interesting differences in points of view. This story is no exception from that norm. The only difference is that this is a play of shadows. Shadows of invisible strings and eventually those shadows are merging somewhere according to the wish of the coordinator, who is just another shadow acting behind the scene. Therefore, this is an endless story of shadows. Is it too complicated? I guess so. For the easiness of perception, the shadows are in dire need of names. Do you have a unique name in your mind? I do not think so. Do you know why? I think so, as you are just a voice inside my head. I think so, as you are still an entry-level effort, trying to persuade and convince. I fancy Almighty did not categorize entry-level conscience, anywhere, never. Conscience 101…102, is it there? For progression, I will keep my chattering ongoing. It is essential to living to the fullest extent, as we, all have only one life, one single precious life! But right now, I am mumbling with all my ability, and I need to pick up a shadow and name her a sweet name. What name should I give her? I have a knack to provide all girls a name, a friendly, unique name. Do you know what it is? The name is “Bela.” Now, do you know why? Yes, now, I see a nodding through my wrinkled white pages, the pages I am taking in my powerless palm and throwing in the trashcan. It is written for good, for all. And, on this very moment, I changed my mind. I decided that it will not be a girl, it will be a boy. It will be one dashing, smart boy. Now, I am thinking about a name. And the only name I could think of is “Nemo,” A Latin word meaning “No one.” I know, it serves the purpose. For the better, for all.