The screen flickers, an ethereal glow breathes life into the still. Shadows of forgotten dialogues tracing comments on clouds, cursive in the air. A figure moves, words unspoken, lips a ballet of gestures - a soliloquy choreographed by silence. Overheard whispers, though sounding more like echoes of an ancient lullaby, facile and numinous.
Bound by strings unseen, she wanders landscapes sculpted of debris and rain. Each footfall releases a note, a dialogue with the void. Beneath, a piano played by invisible hands, a symphony of endings, water dancing with orchestral momentum. Muffled chords conflict with spectra of light - brief messages translated from the shadows.
Where the horizon bows to embrace the resolute dark, a circle unbroken. The audience stares, enraptured by their own reflection, unseen except when the spotlight wanders uncomfortably close, revealing secrets not meant to be shared. Interludes, unscripted yet poignant, gliding window panes etched in time.
The reel continues, the dreams linger, embers fading across an expanse echoing with the promise of another awakening - another silence shattered by the chaos of whispers sounding out the ineffable, revealing nothing, just the alluring void.