The floor creaks under phantom steps, whispers melted into echoes, the forgotten melody dancing shadows.
Time falters, a ghostly partner, in this embrace of steel and solitude, stars hidden behind the velvet curtain of night.
She twirls, he follows, the unseen string of fate pulling tightly, loosening, a cosmic dance.
The castanets of eternity click in irregular rhythm, a tango with destiny sung in sighs.
Sometimes, there is a twinkle of light, a memory of day, burning in silence, then snuffed out.