In the dim corridors where whispers shatter against the cold walls, lies an unspoken rhythm. A melody born from the echo of night shadows, capturing the unsaid fears of a world lost.
"Hear it,", whispers the old clock in the hallway, ticking away lifetimes yet unwritten. An artist's touch in moments of silence, revealing a truth that ballets along the edge of reason. We remain tethered, by invisible threads, to the notes that hum in the corners of our consciousness.
The melody fractures, becomes a secret code for those willing to understand its chaotic doctrine. Is your intuition ready to decipher the fearsome overtones?