At first, there was only silence.
The flutter of wings, the faint glow of blue circling above them, and the pounding of Florian's own heart echoing in his ears.
Then—at a simple gesture from Heinz—music.
It rose out of the darkness like a whisper, so faint at first Florian thought he might have imagined it. A slow, delicate melody drifted into the hall, weaving through the shadows like a spell meant only for them.
'I don't recognize the song… but then again, it might just be a random ball piece. Why would I know any songs?'
The ballroom remained shrouded in shadow, the chandeliers lifeless, the only light coming from the butterflies that circled above them like a glowing halo. Their soft blue shimmer made the moment feel unreal, like a dream he wasn't supposed to be in.
The moment the first note touched them, Heinz moved.
'Oh… he's moving.'
