The floor beneath your feet, when did it cease to hum?
Pulses once synchronized with heartbeats, now merely whispers.
Echoes in vibrant colors and joyful screams, written in the shadows of this forgotten place.
Was it Tuesday or a Friday night? When the world spun not on axes, but on movements and grooves.
Remember the smell of spontaneity mingling with laughter like an old perfume?
You danced to the subconscious melody, without knowing the tune you'd hum in sleep.
Take another step