The years passed by quickly. During that time, the boy and I took every chance we could to sneak beyond the wall and meet Adam. Many times, we nearly got caught, but somehow, we always managed to slip away at the last second.
Each time we visited Adam, he amazed us more than before. With every visit, he merged with the shadow of the wall more easily, for longer periods until he could remain within it for half an hour straight. He had also learned to control his shadow, stretching and shaping it however he wished, turning it into living silhouettes that crawled and danced across the walls.
I used to tell him stories and tales I'd read at home, and he would bring them to life through his shadow plays, making my words pulse with movement and wonder.
He even tried to teach the boy how to use his own shadow the same way, as they had agreed but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't explain it well enough for the boy to understand.
