In the heart of the universe, a dance began — not one of grandiosity or explosive color, but a cadence so soft that it nudged stars into orbit and galaxies into graceful arcs. It was here where harmony was not an end, but a perpetual beginning.
Eons passed unnoticed, the universe's rhythm going unheard by those who dwelt below on Earth. Yet, some could feel the trembling space between notes, an awareness of dance found in the quiet rustle of leaves or the longing gaze of a wolf at the edge of the wood.
Cities grew tall, railways spread like veins, and amongst it all the dance continued, now accompanied by whirring tires on asphalt and the gentle ping of advancing timepieces. Electro-magnetic whispers echoed, a pulse reading modernity's spirit.
Some called it the harmony of anomalies — everyday complexities that felt, rather, too simple to unravel. In a café in Amsterdam, a barista mimicked celestial arcs when pouring cappuccino froth — unaware of the universal resonance of her movement.
Yet there was a moment, in an unexpected place, where a stranger's smile realigned stars above the mind. A glance held long enough to bridge worlds, stitching together realities through a single shared breath of harmony.