Consider, for a moment, the serene whisper in the distance. An echo of familiar melodies that speak to an uncharted part of the soul. These soft songs linger in the twilight of memory, reaching out like the comforting embrace of a phantom limb.
"We endure this silence, not out of mere habit, but because we believe in the harmonies yet to conclude."
Allow yourself to be enveloped in their soft embrace, as they tell stories of warmth and light, where words fade gently into the echoing void, repeating until your heart knows their tune by heart. There lies a call within these sounds, a conviction that persists beyond the tangible.
Why else, if not for this, would you turn, halting your restless journey? The phantom limb tugs you toward what you've scorned as abstract, yet it is simply music, invisible but known. Heed its pull, let it offer solace in persuasion.
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