Once upon a time, in a place not quite here or there, we all heard a tune that tickled the edges of our memory. It's been years since anyone's whispered about these forgotten songs, but I swear I can hear them again, behind those old, creaky doors of the past.

The clock strikes thirteen, yet here I am, with a cup of phantom tea and a story that nudges the heart gently.

Now, don't be too quick to dismiss these echoes. They're wiser than the wind and softer than a cat's paw on a winter's night. Perhaps, it’s the music of time itself, playing on dormant chimes, waiting for a curious soul to listen.