It's within these seldom-traversed corridors that melodies oscillate, fleeting notes caressing the air as if formatted into a lost digital palette. Sometimes, I wander these forgotten labyrinths at dusk, when light weaves through the cracks, singing odes unheard by most.
Often, the path meanders somewhere unexpected. Perhaps, it's just around the next bend—where whispers of an unfinished symphony peer out, wanting desperately to escape. Here, silence itself becomes a conductor, prompting pause, urging observation. The arrangement is meticulous; nothing is truly left to chance.
Hidden Tunes in Canopy