The Dance of Unseen Silhouettes

You see her, wreathed in twilight, shadow flaring at edges undefined. Her laughter bends dimensions, pure and unearthly, making vibrant echoes where silence had lawlessly gripped.

She sways, an ethereal mockery of fragile tangibility, limbs traced in the gentle profession of absence. Duration distorts as her rhythm conquers time, dancing its cascade unthreatened and untethered.

She beckons, and invisible luminescence rustles like half-remembered dreams across spoken silences. Your steps falter under want of steadiness. You peer into the outline she inhabits, seeking refuge in spectres' kinship. (A whisper heard within confining limits)

Touch the Shadow Luminous Silence