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-Everyone has a shadow. Every night has its whispers, we've all heard them in our dreams. But have you ever considered that perhaps these shadows, these whispers, are more than our imagination? Perhaps you know deep down that the faint feeling of being watched while you sleep is more than just a feeling...
+You know how everything has a shadow? Well it just so happens that Neptune knows about that too, in fact he happens to be a former Shadow himself. This sounds really poetical, but it's really just creepy. Imagine a bunch of shadow accountants standing around your bed discussing your dreams as if they were what happened to be on the coffee table that morning. They also leave crumbs everywhere from their dumb cinnamon buns.
-They know. For they are one who stands in the darkness, watching. Reading your dreams. A single breath escaping their lips will send even the sweetest of dreams into a deep dark pit of nightmares.
+They live in a very "poetical" town that's mostly made up of darkness, sometimes faintly visible from the corners of your eyes.
 Their lands appear to be a perfect mirror image of ours, except they're all sort of, you know, shadowy. Most of the time.
-But don't worry. It's not as if though he's alone.
+But some of these guys tire of being creeps standing around in the darkness and go to a certain re-evaluation office to... become human. Or, at least sort of human.
-No, no. There are many. A whole society.
+It's hard to become something you never were in the first place, but you can always give it a try.
-A town steeped in darkness, sometimes faintly visible from the corners of your eyes. A town where they live, the shadows.
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 As previously mentioned, Neptune is one of those who shed their shadowy hide to walk among humans. He's got a voice as smooth as very smooth syrup and very soft skin and has taken on the shape of a calm and collected accountant who dabbles in poetry in his spare time (a favourite of most converters it appears). His hair is short and soft and black, his hands are covered in scars and if he would remove his baby blue shirt a torso riddled with scars in different artsy shapes would appear. These are a minor side effect of changing species. The pinstripe pants, however, are nothing but a minor side effect of having horrible fashion sense.
-Their lands are a perfect mirror image of ours, except they're all steeped in the darkness from our shadows, for that's where they exist. In the shadows.
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-In this particular town, on this particular location, lies the 'Turnabout Light' office. In which the shadowpeople may arrange to become one of those steeped in light, shedding their pitch black hides to assume a form that is as human as they can possibly look.
+If you'd look deep into the blackness of his eyes you'd know he isn't human and he doesn't really want that to happen since he's doing really good at his firm and is probably getting a promotion soon you know.
 So he wears sunglasses. Like, all the time.
-Alice, is one of those who shed their hide to walk among humans. With a voice as smooth as syrup and silky smooth skin he has taken on the shape of a calm and collected accountant who dabbles in poetry in his spare time. His hair is short and soft, his hands covered in scars and would he remove his shirt a torso riddled with scars in different artsy shapes would appear. A mirror image of the markings on the hide he wore in the shadows...
+However there are other strange things about him. Like how he doesn't eat tomatoes, although that's probably more of a quirk. But how he doesn't have a shadow, that's rather weird isn't it?
 He also claims to be the older brother of Emerald but he's probably not. More likely is that he used to be one of the creeps that stood around Emeralds bed leaving crumbs everywhere. But we don't discuss those things.