In the silence of being unheard, melodies weave between the cracks. Herein lies the gravity of loss painted with quavering ghosts.
Press unravel to hear perhaps what should have been hidden like old clothes in the attic.
["Roaming amid the percussion of fallen leaves.","Awake, a hoarse whisper calls, tangle your thoughts with heartstrings.", "Sweet lullaby that twisted left uncradled, in vast memories gone."]