In the whispering void, silhouettes sway. Alone in their ethereal ballet.
Beyond the horizon where the faceless sun descends, there lies a tale untold to the waking world. Here, shadows pirouette on the edges of a forgotten dream. The moonlight caresses their phantom forms, glistening with the essence of midnight secrets.
An owl hoots a cryptic soliloquy, and the stars blink in Morse code. Who read the passages of the sky? Who listened to the void's symphony? The answer lies within the echo of a silent scream.