The walls murmured above the sound of the ordinary, a chimeric choir singing forgotten lullabies. Their untold stories echoed in the spaces between breaths, where silence became louder than any symphony.
In the twilight mist, shadows waltzed to an unheard music, a dance of ancient remnants. Their forms, half-seen and barely felt, whispered of dreams that ceased with the dawn's touch.
Below the surface, where even light feared to tread, lies humanity's silent scream. It trembles through the void, an elegy woven in threadbare hope.
The eye sees, yet does not see; the ear hears, yet does not hear. And the heart — oh, the heart knows all too well, but speaks no word to shatter the night.
Dare to listen: