The shadow follows her wherever she goes. It speaks to her. It comforts her in her private silences. The shadow always speaks of an unadorned truth, a blissful reminder of seeing her true self taking flight in the embers of the dying day. It is the sound of her own heart liberating her from a marble casing. It conquers a powerless silence and lets her thoughts become honeyed words. The truth of the shadow allows it to become more than a shadow. It becomes music that flows through her heart, allowing her name to echo. She is free. She hears her name arising from the silence, sweetly lingering on her honeyed lips.