In the void between worlds, shadows crept along the edges of possibility, whispering secrets from yesteryears. The air, thick with ages untold, hummed a tune only the unseen could dance to.
The specters waltzed, a gentle motion that spoke of longing, of memories held close and lost forever. Their forms, ephemeral yet vivid, etched ghostly patterns against the night.
Here, in this forgotten waltz, the moon mirrored their solitude, a silent partner to the night's ethereal masquerade. Would you join the dance, or remain a spectator to this spectral ballet?
Look closely, and you might see the outline of another shadow, flickering and fading, like a whisper carried by the wind.