The silence of the night enveloped them, the darkness of the room illuminated only by the dim light of candles. Eran continued to play with Taneaya's hair, and in those quiet moments, the scent of her hair mingled with the heaviness of sadness in the air.
"Truly, tonight feels like a dance of shadows that surrounds us," whispered Eran hoarsely, trying to melt away the sorrow that enveloped Taneaya.
Taneaya looked into Eran's eyes, her eyes full of dark stories that couldn't be expressed in words. "Eran, are we just helpless puppets at this stage of life?"
Eran paused his gentle touch for a moment, looking at Taneaya seriously. "We may not be able to control the stage, but we have the power to dance in our way. Sometimes, the darkness that surrounds us is part of that dance."
Taneaya smiled bitterly, absorbing Eran's words. "But will this dance ever end? Or will we just continue to float among endless shadows of life?"
