In the whisper of the moonlit night,Feet glide over ancient stones,Echoes of a thousand dances past,Guided by the rhythm of the heart.Silhouettes in graceful motion,Embrace the silence between notes,Hands tracing stories in the air,A language only the soul can speak.Every spin a world unfurls,In the dance of shadows and light,Where dreams and reality entwine,Beneath the canopy of stars.Lost in the symphony of movement,Time dissolves like morning mist,Leaving only the dance eternal,In the memory of a fleeting moment.