In the beginning, shadows gathered around a lone paddle,
whispers slid past the veil of consciousness —
a thousand horizons folding into one.
The hall resonated with every silent impact,
flights of alabaster strings chasing the boundless,
circling hopes of tomorrow, never to land.
Echoes of laughter ripple softly in an ocean of solitude,
each bounce a lifetime, each swing a prayer lost in time.
Colors seep through the dance floor, swirling vortices,
seeking the sun hidden behind eyelids, dreams unseen.