The symphonies are composed in silence, melodies that dance upon the edge of forgetting. In the echoes of the void, I saw a gaze that pierced through time's tapestry, unraveling the threads of reality.
Across the horizon, where shadows melt into the canvas of stars, a wandering thought embraces the quiet moon. Beneath this phantom gaze, the world weeps in hues unseen, bathing in the prism of silence.
Restless souls wander through the corridors of dreams, chasing whispers that flicker like fireflies in the dusk. They speak in tongues of solitude, chanting verses written in the ink of twilight.
And in this ethereal embrace, the heart finds solace—a refuge carved from the serenade of forgotten nights, a melody forever intertwined with the phantom gaze.
What lies beyond the veil of time? The collage of memories whispers tales untold. Follow the constellation and find what you seek.
Another soul hides in shadows, there's music in the silence, listen closely, and you might just hear their name.