Antigravity Dances

She floored her way back up to the ceiling, as if gravity itself was a mere suggestion. In this place where the rules of physics unraveled, her footsteps whispered secrets to the stars that fleeted past.

No one knew how long the room had held this weightlessness, or whether the melody played by unseen hands had begun the defiance of the earth. Notes unraveling from the end to the beginning, echoing a tale that was, perhaps, still being written.

A figure in the corner, silhouetted against the void, caught her eye. They danced not in patterns, but in pas de deux with the darkness, sharing an unseen language composed of gestures and lingering silences. Was it a friend or a phantom from her past?

As they continued, the music shifted—a gentle intrusion of harmonies that seemed out of time. Each step closer, reversed the timeline, undid the knots undone before. The dance—and now she smiled—was both the awakening and the slumber, the devise and the silence of time.

Perhaps, in this world above or below the real, she would find the answers, tapping one foot against the unseen floor, pressing onward into the shadows.

Reflections in the Weightless Pool
Song of Stars