The whispers choreograph themselves into a waltz. An unheard symphony shrouded in velvet dusk
echoes through the corridor, spanning across obsidian voids, tethering aimless dreams.
Every note, a silken fragment of forgotten tongues weaving tales into star-lit havens.
Mirrors reflect the unseen melodies, enigmatic, yet boundaryless in their orchestral journey.
The room breathes; floors rise and fall to clandestine vibrations.
Concealed curtains sway like pendulums marking the passage of time without hands.
A cipher wraps around the room, serenading the imperfections of soundless solitude.
Infinite ripples dance along the gravitational whispers, pirouetting into eternity's embrace.