Whispers of forgotten symphonies weave through the ether, brushing against the skin with an ephemeral caress. These are melodies never sung, let alone heard, thrumming beneath the surface of reality itself. Each note a ghost, a story untold, flickering in and out like the shadows cast by an invisible lantern.
When the heart listens closely, it can discern the rhythm — a gentle pulse like the rise and fall of distant tides. Imagine standing on a cliff, the edge of a world, as twilight spills colors across the horizon. In that moment, you feel the breath of those melodies, a serenade to the stars.
The silhouettes of these cosmic tunes dance beyond perception, a ballet of silence and sound. They bow to old constellations, their forms only hinted at by the brush of auroras in the night sky. Here, reality bends, and for a heartbeat, the lyrics of the universe resonate within.