In the vast, hollow chamber of a forgotten dream, where echoes find no end, melodies cascade like fallen leaves, each note an imprint of a bygone serenade.
The air hums with unseen vibrations, a gentle symphony of whispers threaded through silence, calling out stories of the night.
"In this emptiness," you ponder aloud, tracing shadows with a finger, "who listens to the music of stars, when they too, hum in solitude?"
Beyond the walls, in the embrace of the sky, another world sings, its tune woven with the fabric of dreams.
Yet, here in this resonance, the meandering melodies persist, like a dance of phantoms, surreal and wondrous, embracing the void.
And from somewhere deep within, a memory flickers: a forgotten laugh, a tender glance, a path not taken.