In a world brushed with hues unseen,
The dancers twirl to the notes of fate,
Invisible symphonies stir the air,
Threads of light woven into a dreamscape.
Under the watch of a cobalt crescent,
They pirouette on forgotten rainbows,
Whispering tales of chromatic echoes,
Silent melodies heard only in dusk's embrace.
These ethereal beings—woven of whispers,
Soundless footsteps on spectral realms,
Cast shadows in colors unspoken,
Their dance, an unsung sonnet of the void.
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The depths of color,
where silence sings.
Discover the unseen
Where echoes speak,
and shadows listen.