In the heart of a city long forgotten by the passage of time, there existed a map drawn not on paper, but in the silence itself. This was the domain of the Silent Conductor, a figure draped in whispers and shadows, who orchestrated symphonies that flowed through the air like invisible rivers.
Those who wandered into this realm found themselves lost in an echo of sound—music without notes, harmonies without instruments. The map, they said, was a labyrinth of silences, each turn leading to a crescendo unheard by mortal ears.