In a hall painted with whispers, shadows hold the music of yesterday, waiting...
A solitary note hangs in the air, vibrating with the resonance of distant stars. Forgotten lines of a symphony untouched, lost, as melody weaves through the fabric of dreams.
Listen closely, and you might hear the waltz of color, the dance of sound in spirals unseen, echoing for eternity...
The walls breathe a rhythm, a pulse of their own, a concealed heartbeat, drumming the forgotten tales, whispering secrets the silence stole.