As we allowed the moon's quiet light to wash over us, a distant sound began to fill the air—a trance, the . Our souls, interconnected by invisible filaments, began dancing in this lunar glow, choreographed by a beat unheard yet profoundly present.
Stars blinked with curiosity as we transcended boundaries of the known, floating in a tapestry stitched with the fabric of our dreams. The night air hummed its welcome, with silent answers that reciprocated our yearning.
No one could remember when we began this odyssey; perhaps, it was last year, a millennia, or simply last sigh. All that mattered was now, eternally spun in this orchestration.