Beneath the veil of twilight, where the weary stars
whisper secrets unseen, there lay a forgotten arch,
a dance hall for the unseen waltz of
ancient connoisseurs. Once, as the fading sun kissed
the horizon and shadows sought refuge, began a melody
elusive like the wind, shaping a waltz in
the dust of stars. Here they gathered, the
ephemeral spirits whose names no breath dared
to speak, gliding in sync with time's
own echo. Yet, as the celestial rhythm
faltered, the dance began to unravel, leaving
only whispers—fragments of a tune half-remembered,
much like dreams at the edge of dawn.

Then, time seemed to slow, as if
waiting for… the moment passed unnoticed. Beyond
the thresholds of reality, where eyes forget
to see and ears neglect to hear,
a symphony played out in imperfect silence.