you hear a girl singing in the darkness. her voice is beautiful, though she speaks a foreign language you don't understand. looking around, you realize it's not just her words that feel foreign—everything around you has been engulfed in darkness. your only anchor is the sound of her voice, darting between your ears like a distant radio signal. something so surreal should be terrifying, but there's nothing to be afraid of here.

as your eyes adjust, you notice a faint candlelight in the distance. as you approach it, the singing sharpens—she's right in front of you now, her silhouette barely visible. her hand is outstretched towards you, beckoning you to join her. there's no need to hesitate. you take her hand, and suddenly the darkness comes alive. the two of you begin to dance, your steps perfectly synced to the pulse of the music. the candles blow out one by one as you dance around, but it doesn't matter. streaks of color ignite where your hands meet. the darkness, once oppressive, is now your canvas.

the silence between notes, the pause between heartbeats, the darkness between lights; a celebration of everything unseen.