Echoes of forgotten symphonies
Silhouettes in moonlit reveries
Whispers align, shadows entwine
In the ghostly realms where time stands still,
The souls of the archives drift and spill,
Ink-stained memories on parchment pale,
Stories of woe, joy, and spectral trails.
A symbiotic union of whispers and dreams,
In corridors dim, where silence screams.
Through dusty tomes and eldritch lore,
Listen, and you may hear them implore.