The stage, a silent echo chamber, waits. Below its velvet drapes, whispers conspire to dance.
An unseen melody, a phantom's footfall, traces lines unseen, on pages not yet penned:
"In this pause, where time relinquishes its hold,
Echoes of voices not yet spoken, linger
Inquiries take flight upon unsaid wings."
And thus, the intermission whispers, a bridge between realms, where the next act waits in quiet anticipation.