Dance that time forgot.

A room lies in dreams. The air, thick, anticipation, murmurs of forgotten songs. Whispers of fog. Dancers, forms fleeting, like memories out of reach. The sonorous beat, two figures gravitate, the world blurring. As they near, drawn by fate, they meld smoky embrace, two souls intertwining, passing through, leaving a trace of an almost touch in a dance that time forgot.