Listen, said the gravity of nebulas, twin musings of souls steeped in echoes. Distill this silent quantum ballet.
Here, shadows embrace light in their patient pirouette, unwinding the sodium glow of stars on a bold celestial stage.
A fog descends, balancing dusk's gentle frost—these phantasms carry histories etched in their void-draped wrists.
A quiet constellation pauses for subtle applause; distant melodies ripple through the canvas of night.
Upon this astral floor, shadows speak in whispers of forgotten skies. In every step, a stellar sigh—a gentle, probing glide. Where, o' unseen readers, lays the crux of your cosmic reverie?
Beneath the stellar canopy, the ballet unveils its final act: a whisper beneath the moon, cradling every unmade dream.