Silent Song

The walls hum a melody, unheard and unnamed. Sometimes, they echo the forgotten laughter of a world uninhabited.

"The river sings, yet no one hears its verses. It flows not through valleys, but through dreams."

An absurd waltz between time and echoes, where echoes waltz between times.

"In this room, beneath layers of dust and memory, the air dances like leaves in a storm."

A chart that diagrams silence, a map tracing unseen paths through soundless nights.

"Who calls from beyond the veil? The murmurs of specters, or breaths of an attended night?"

There are corridors with no doors, where the song finds its end, only to begin again.