Under the veil of midnight, they twirl along the forgotten paths of an echo. Harmonies dissolve in reverse.
Each step, a ghosting breath of an unplayed melody. Vibrations linger long after the echoes recede. Moments sweeping back through time.
Watch the shimmer flutter, how the light weaves above. Faces illuminated by dreams half-remembered. Floating upwards, encapsulated in shadows.
Outside, the creek murmurs to passersby; whispers become specific. Each drop reverses time.
And in the air, the scent of damp pine intoxicates—an invitation to fate. The pulse of nature, ethereal dancing.
They come from the depths of night and drift into the dawn, shimmering behind veils of moonlit sorrow. Fragments of laughter echo unseen.