In the early whispers of dawn, when shadows stretch their last goodbyes to the night, there lies a rhythm, an echo almost imperceptible. This is the lullaby of Harmonia, a soft serenade that seems to cradle the heart of the waking world.
People pass by its melody often without knowing, their morning routines choreographed by an unseen hand. Yet those who pause, who listen closely, might find a harmony within themselves, a resonance that speaks of dreams less dreamt and voices fading into daylight.
"It wasn't a song I'd heard before," she whispered, "but it felt like I had always known it."
The harmonies weave tales of forgotten aspirations, murmur lingering wishes that once floated free. Families have come and gone beneath this canopy of melody, generations marked not by events but by this haunting hymn.
Some say the notes are spun from threads of starlight, others believe they’re the sighs of epic tales untold. Regardless of origin, those familiar with its cadence find solace, as if being gently guided on a journey rather than walking a path alone.
For those intrigued, the journey continues below: