In the silken veils of a forgotten season, they twirst with whispered grace.
Reflections in your twilight mirror dance like secrets untuned.
Lo, the phantom leaps!
Remember that pirouette which bore the moon’s slight grin?
It was Jacques banner unfurled, yet inversed, for he was blinded by bright humility.
And ta-da! The unseen partner now known as "Floor", awaits your embrace, gentle Caspian. Etch this memory into the fabric of echoes.