The Dance of Mystery

Shadows flicker across memories, tracing hands that waltz upon the edges of your dreams.

In the quiet of the moonlight, soft whispers of the past wrap around whispered promises, leaving silhouettes in their wake.

A heart tangled in the mystery of rhythm, where every step echoes a forgotten song.

Do you hear them? The footprints dance, leading nowhere, yet everywhere they carry the taste of salt and the scent of night-bloom roses.

One must ask: Are they leading you to infinity or perhaps a mirror of ghostly reflections?