In the realm of arrhythmia's embrace, a song of silence is painted across the stars. These notes, fumbled and faux, weave tales of distant chimeras and haunting harmonies.
Listen closely as the moon hums its forgotten tune...
Once there thrummed a rhythm beneath the ash, a ghostly cadence echoing in the marrow. With a quiver, the stars blink, scripting falsified notes upon the ether – a lullaby lost within the labyrinth of time.
The dewdrops remember, they remember...
We walked upon shadows, tracing the outlines of dreams dipped in twilight. The overture faltered, grounded in a symphony of sighs, as melodies fractured into whispers of forgotten verses.
Could you hear the heartbeat of the cosmos? A silent echo, a whispered truth... Find the echoes.
Every note a star, every pause a galaxy undone. And so, the arrhythmia persists, a dance of deception entwined with lullabies of the night. Travel further into twilight, should you dare.