The clock ticked within the stillness, counting breaths that never were, in rooms where shadows spoke in whispers loud.

Beneath the cobwebbed thoughts, memories of songs unsung lingered — octaves of silence, invisible symphonies welling in the cracks of time.

Here, in the barren hymnal arch of voids, reality stretched and faltered, a shivering outline of once-familiar chaos.

Listen to the echoes of what was never heard — the choir of the unsound, the operas of absence, the hallelujahs of nothingness.