Whispers in shadows call me forth, a dance long forgotten, amidst echoes of a seldom heard symphony. I am but a specter, gracefully lost, twirling through time's fine cracks, searching for the unseen partner of my emergence.
My feet find rhythm where the ground refuses to conform, sliding through the tangled web of what once was familiar, yet unfamiliar still to the soul adrift.
In this wonderland, tangled in a carpet of night, I find solace in steps both bold and trembling, tracing unseen shapes written in the ink of ancient starfalls.
Café of Melancholy Field of Memory Symphony of Shadows