Beneath the solitary brightening of distant suns, the night's embrace sang an eternal rhythm. A wooden floor cradled footfalls that were light and old, youth reborn in well-tread shadows. The voices were only whispers now, mingling with the half-truths of sea breeze.
Every twist and turn led somewhere forgotten or invariably remembered. The dance whispered secrets of long paths under the unseen cosmic canopy. Beacons drifted silently, illuminating the threads of dreams spun in moments unclaimed by time.
And so, we move. In tranquil cadence. Under the gaze of dormant stars, whose watch has never lulled or waned.