In the silent corridors of midnight, where echoes of forgotten symphonies linger, I wander... A strand of harmony whispers tales of yonder dreams, once vivid, now but a haze of spectral notes.
Here lies the maze unseen, where whispers form sentences in chords untold. Do you hear it? The way the silence hums?
Between the labyrinth walls, I sensed fleeting specters... mere remnants of harmonies seized by slumber.