Shadows dance upon the edges of forgotten symphonies,
where whispers weave tapestries of silver, punctuated by silence.
Beneath the weight of unsung lullabies, the wilderness watches.
Melodies collide in the dark, forging alliances with echo's kiss.
Each note a fragment of a dream deferred, sliding through the cracks of time.
The interlude hums a truth untold.
Can you hear the cacophony of solitude?
It thrums beneath the surface like a restless tide,
waiting to pour forth in the vortex of whispers.
Listen closely; the echoes of the abyss call,
their chant a haunting reminder of voices long quenched,
yet still alive in the echo of unsung songs.