Songs unsung: echo beyond the horizon, where silence hums a forgotten tune. Reverberate through shadows, casting light on the unseen.

Unsung: they linger, fluttering like moths to the flame of a half-remembered melody. Rise, rise the whispers – let them cascade into the void.

A cacophony: each note a ghost, dancing on the edge of reality. Together they form an echo, a resonance of time untold.