The Unsung Shrug

In the land where shoulders sing, a cacophony of shrugs weaved the waltz of unacknowledged sighs. Each shoulder bore the color of a forgotten tune, vibrant yet muted beneath the harmonious harangue of silence.

Whispers of the shrug called out, echoes uninvited by time's steadfast hands, resonating through empty orchestras. A concerto played by the absence of notes, Shhhhhhh, a gentle command only a shrug could utter.

Among the sea of shrugged shoulders, once there were dance floors paved with songless melodies. Now, beneath the diaphanous moon, new stories await — sprouted from the refrain, nurtured by the shrug of the world.