Once, the world resonated with the echo of footsteps tracing patterns upon the cobbled memories of the soul.
Who claimed the dance was merely a sequence of gestures?
The lost dancers scatter whispers, through labyrinth leaves they float. Follow the echoes.
Perhaps the steps are embedded within the stars, awaiting the seeker of forgotten tunes. Engage the enigma and let your silhouette narrate the song of silence.
In every corner, shadows emerge; they remain aloof, speaking a dialect of contours and voids. Dance with the shadow in a world painted with thought.