In the corridors of forgotten melodies, shadows twirl in a dance of forgotten litanies. Hear their whispers, lost in the echo of moonlight's embrace. The air thickens, painted with visions of what once was, and what has yet to be.
Time itself begins to waltz, a partnerless pirouette through cosmic corridors, as celestial spheres hum their eternal song. Follow the footsteps of the unseen spirits into the void of dreams.
Tread lightly, for the path is woven with threads of starlight, each step a dance in the mystic tapestry of existence.