In the cavernous ballroom, refracted notes echoed, a symphony of elusive harmonies.
Shadows danced like fractured prisms, vibrating in tones only the lost knew.
Illusions whispered in corners, while the puzzle of forgotten verses played hidden in grooves of time.
Each step, a note in a melody unwritten, a pause stretching beyond grasp.
Horatio, with golden eyes, murmured riddles shaped by
time weaving through the needle of stars.

Willows weep in silent reverie, leaves brushing against warm echoes of
soul-weathered paths, pavements laid in memories distilled.
Harmony laughs, a trickster clad in morning mist, elusive, serene, an echo in twilight realms unvisited.

Crystal droplets of thought shatter across fragmented glass seas,
reflections no longer mere images, but worlds breathing in
the gentle tempest of a sigh.
The clock slows. Time, a melody inscribed in sapphire moons, silent... dreaming.