Society breathes in patterned silence,
where voices cry only when marked by moonlight's shimmer.
Each step hovers above echoes,
painting shadows more vivid than the spoken word.
Here, dreams arrive in carousel spins,
unraveling past enjoyments, yet transient and air-kissed.
Paths crossed at whim whisper aloud,
forging destinies on the quieted canvas of space.
Silent ripples echo through the night.
Do we not become what we cannot voice,
hidden fears twinkling within glimpses of dawn?
Imagine reality when shrouded by invisibility,
a theatre where viewers are both spectators and performers.