The flicker in the corridors hums a G# against whispered desolation. Echo

Unsung sonatas coil around columns of untouched memories, held by cobwebs of unuttered thoughts. Oblivion

Lost symphonies wander through pathless waltzes, kissing the edges of twilight serenades. Symphony

Echoes riding the backs of invisible nightingales, caught in ephemeral dawns. Dawn

The labyrinth unfolds, revealing itself as a tapestry woven from strands of silent harmony. Tapestry

Hollow spaces haunted by timbre that the ear cannot perceive but the soul remembers. Haunt