An echo falls, a whisper lost, yet never truly gone.
The room remembers your laughter, though it speaks through silence now.
Voices ripple through the air, seeking form, seeking hands to touch and memories to hold.
The shadows flicker as though trying to capture sound, to weave it into their fabric, but only grasp emptiness.
And so it reverberates—a cosmic dance of sound in a dance-less ballroom.
The walls vibrate with your absence, a tune only they can know, a melody of those who came before.
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