Echoes of the parallel

II. Unseen Rhythm

The air in my small apartment was thick with the scent of summer rain, a strange contrast to the snow still falling outside. I was lost in thought about my writing; I was lost in thought, trying to process the impossible sight, and then suddenly, a melody drifted into my ears. A familiar melody drifted through the air. It was a soft, haunting tune, unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It was hauntingly beautiful, a blend of instruments I couldn't quite place, like a lullaby from another world.

I turned towards the source of the music, my eyes widening in disbelief. When I looked up, I was surprised and saw a shadow; it was Thanakrit; he was standing in the middle of my room, his form shimmering faintly as if made of moonlight. He was playing a strange instrument, its strings humming with an otherworldly sound and its notes weaving a spellbinding tapestry of sound.

"Thanakrit, is that you?" I asked, mesmerized.

Thanakrit nodded, his voice a gentle whisper. "I wanted to share something beautiful with you."

The music swelled, filling the room with a vibrant energy. I felt a strange body urge to move, to dance. I had never been a dancer, but the music seemed to call me; my body was lost in its rhythm.

"Niran," Thanakrit's voice was soft, almost a whisper, "Would you like to dance?"

My heart skipped a beat. I'd never danced before, not even in my wildest dreams. But the music was pulling me in, its melody weaving a spell around me.

"I... I don't know how," I stammered, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

Thanakrit smiled. I could feel it even though I only saw his shadow, a gentle, understanding smile that seemed to light up the room. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll teach you."

I put my two hands on the wall as if I could touch his shadow hands, his touch surprisingly warm despite his shadowy form. We stood facing each other, the music swirling around us. He guided me through the steps, his movements fluid and graceful, like a dancer from a forgotten dream.

And so, under the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window, Thanakrit and I began to dance. We moved slowly at first, Thanakrit guiding me with gentle gestures as if there was no wall. As the music flowed, our movements became more fluid, our bodies swaying in harmony. I close my eyes, and it feels like I'm touching him for real.

The room seemed to disappear, replaced by a world of music and movement. It was like a secret dance, just for us, in the quiet of the night. The air was filled with a sense of magic, as if the walls of the apartment were dissolving, revealing a world beyond their own.

As the music reached its climax, I felt a surge of emotions, a mix of joy, wonder, and a deep sense of connection with thanakrit. It was as if we were sharing a secret language, a language understood only by shadows and dreams.

The music faded, leaving a lingering silence in its wake. We stood there for a moment, breathless and bathed in moonlight, the magic of the night still clinging to us.

Thanakrit and I sat down on the floor, exhausted but content. We looked at each other's shadow; our eyes filled with a shared understanding.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

Thanakrit smiled. "You were a natural," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

As the first rays of dawn crept through my window, I knew this was just the beginning of our unlikely friendship, a friendship forged in the shadows, a friendship that danced to the rhythm of a different world.