In the forgotten corners where silence sways,
shadows pirouette upon the stage of night,
whispers of dreams weave between twinkling stars.
The twilight beckons, a haunting echo of grace,
footsteps delicate in the absence of light.
Shadows embrace the ethereal dance,
salt trails of memories, lost but alive,
{spin, spin, twirl, whisper}
beneath the glow of a half-burnt candle,
the moon, an indifferent audience.
To dance, to dream,
to intertwine the marrow of existence,
here, where time spirals every breath,
{twist, twirl, linger, repeat}.
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