In the corridors of the mind, symphonies echo—notes twinkling like far-off stars in an uncharted sky. They compose, they collide, they pause, waiting in the silence that is never quiet.
Listen closely... or perhaps look closely. Layers upon layers, of sound and intent, float through the air of comprehension, unseen like ghosts dancing in the beams of a moonlit night.
Each thought a note, each pause a rest, and within this tapestry, there lies a universe, waiting for ears that dare to listen—or eyes that dare to see.
The truth lies close to the surface, wrapped in whispers of melody, elusive and transient, a silent symphony that never stops playing.