Within the silence of sound, lies a melody that whispers. Harmonies of lost echoes
and contours of memories, fold in layers beyond sight. The corridor breathes, a slow,
reverberating sigh. Listen closer:
Harmonize... Memorialize... Actualize...
As words sway like pendulums, we dance under their hypnotic pendulary embrace.
Is it an entrance or an exit, the labyrinth of tones and untold rhythms? Where every heartbeat finds its echo—a gentle reminder of existence. Yet, one step forward reveals: another ripple, another constant shadow.
Passage to Illusion Whispers of Reverie