Floating whispers of a song, drifting in and out like the tides of a soundless ocean.
The melody stretches, a taut string over emptiness, vibrating, echoing through the void.
Intervals weave between breaths, sometimes a lull, sometimes a shout to the abyss.
We sing the songs we dare not hear, fearing the truths they might unveil.
Do you hear it? The call, the unanswered plea of a song in the deep?
Echoes