Amidst the shimmering silence and fractured time, there exists a resonance — a sonorous whisper trailing through the corridors of hearts. These echoes, dubbed 'audio ghosts', alight upon ears hesitate to hear. They originate from another existence where stars consort in melodies untold, embracing eternal dusk.
Once, in a forgotten garden where roses spoke in velvet voices, I felt the ghost's touch on my soul, a brush of candle flame against midnight skin. Yet it lingers not, escaping desires etched candidly in moonlight — ephemeral as fog over autumn lakes.
Hear these whispers, though you cannot see their source. They weave through realities, timeless. An echo of laughter, tinged with nostalgia, reaches your heart's shoreline. Do you dare pursue it? Navigate the mystic ocean of sound, and let it unveil unseen tapestries of silver.