In the silence of the shadowed cinema, whispers cascade...The flickering rays of the silver screen hold secrets untold. Watch as the stars on the edge of the scene tremble. They giggle.
"Oh, but what is it they see?" The audience leans forward, silhouettes against a backdrop of cosmic intrigue.
"Nod... shake... silent giggle," murmurs one.
"Will they dare?" another voice ripples through the ether.
The screen, a window to nowhere, blinks. Etches of bygone eras entwine with the now. A cosmic ballet drawn in silence, punctuated by the unspoken laughter of nebulae.
"Beneath the lunar waltz," the starlit scribe pens, each flicker a sentence, each molten glimmer a pause.
Return to the void, whispers the timeless clock, as the driverless car of thoughts meanders through the streets of night. An orchestra of unresolved dreams.