In the corners of busy streets, there's a melody unheard. The melodies fade like whispers, and yet, in these echoes, one can find the rhythm of an unsung song.
Have you ever noticed the way the wind carries notes of forgotten ballads? Whispers gather around lampposts, cling to the edges of rooftops, and dance like shadows on cobblestones.
It's the vibrancy of life, singing through machinery, the solstice of flickering neon lights, exactly in tune with the hidden symphony of this world.
Sometimes, it's a simple heart beating but more often it's a complex murmur, an echo that resonates with the core of an unseen frequency.
And so, these are the echoes of the world—a fractal sinewave of sound and silence, the unsung songs of eternity.