She moves through shadows and light,
each step an easy rhythm
that lingers in the air.
The stars above seem softer,
their glow drawn to her presence,
as if the night bends around her.
In her eyes, a depth unknown,
not of this world,
but something more--
a silence that speaks louder than words.
Her grace is not seen,
but felt,
a current beneath the surface,
pulling all closer,
without ever reaching.
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