The lights flicker. Shadows play on the walls like stories half-remembered, half-earned.
She moves with grace, but the words she speaks are trapped in the gaps of this world's sound.
His eyes widen, catching a glimmer of truth—or maybe it's just the reflection from the old projector.
Silent, they hover. Hidden glyphs frame their wandering paths, echoes of worlds that could have been.
You ever wonder about those old magic tricks? You can see the ropes invisible to the eye of the audience in the end. But during the act, they never knew. Just like us, watching this unspooled dance of light and shadow.
Maybe they're a part of a story too ancient for our tongues, or too bold for our ink. They whisper to us, though—with every flicker, every pause.
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