DAN E TO THE GRAY NIGHT

Under the thunderous light of the thunder, the dance began to wriggle in the grey night. The gentle steps follow the silent rhythm, as if dancing in a soft breeze embrace. The bodies that feel fullness throughout the day begin to detach from the load, swaying in expressive motion. Dance is like an unspoken story, a wordless language that can only be understood by movement and vibration. Amidst the lush, the glittering eyes contain secrets and desires. Peace is found in a rotation of the body that flows, emitting beauty hidden in the darkness