In the midst of echoing eternity, the waltz begins anew.

Fragmented tales whisper through the mist:
This is the dance of forgotten sages,
where codes hide within codes, .

The ballroom is an expanse without walls,
an endless loop of seraphim and specters coding in silence, .

Cryptic rhythms guide the unseen procession;
steps repeat, intertwined destinies at every turn .

Redefine terms not spoken:
algorithmic dreams
driftwards under a silvered sky, .