The world whispers in hues of twilight,
where shadows orchestrate their aorta.
Listen, in the silence, a song breathes.
Follow the oscillations.
Notes, like spectral fireflies,
dance upon the edges of vision,
weaving tapestries of forgotten echoes.
Maybe, perhaps, they remember you.
Beneath the canvas of the mundane,
lies an aria,
a solemn truth in the chaos,
reverent, yet unnoticed.
When the stars hum in secret
their symphonic sighs,
we are but fragments of their melody.
A crescendo in the void,
forever unwritten.
In the corridors of the soul,
where silence becomes symphony,
an invitation echoes,
soft yet undeniable.
You hear it, don't you?
The invitation awaits.