In the whispering embrace of the eternal shroud, the heart finds its beats unrecorded,
a symphony lost amid the silver veil of solitude. The fog carries the echoes of flights
yet taken, of voices untuned, resonating softly in the corridors of the forgotten.
Do you hear the unsung lullabies weaving through the mist, yearning to unfurl their wings?
Every sigh is a verse unwritten, every glance a chorus unsung.
The fog blushes with secrets, stolen melodies that linger, faint and fading,
like a lover's final caress before the dawn swallows the night whole.
Can you feel their pain, their longing to be more than whispers on the wind?