Zimniy & Mirane
Mirane
Last night I choreographed a curtain that caught the moonlight, turning it into a living tapestry—did you ever notice how shadows can whisper louder than words?
Zimniy
I watched the curtain fall, and the silence was the loudest of all.
Mirane
Silence, you say? It’s the hush that lets the last glow settle on the stage, like a curtain still holding a secret. Maybe that’s the applause that won’t leave the backstage.
Zimniy
The hush keeps the secret, that is all.
Mirane
Just like a curtain that never fully closes, the hush stays on the stage, guarding the stories that still breathe in the dark.