The Unsung Songs
In a corridor, not entirely ours and eternally echoing, there lived whispers of ballads undrafted.
The footsteps matched the beat... an unseen orchestra swelling with distant trumpets.
Soft Ghosts of Past Harmonies
The hallway stretched, eternal, with shadows cast from memories we never quite lived, adrift on abandoned winds.
Melodies that Craved a Time Machine
Yet, the echoes persisted, spinning tales from the hearts of songs that never found their way into daylight.
Symphonies of Forgotten Serenades
Do re mi... sang the sibilant walls, echoing notes disguised as secrets needing masked performers.
Enter the Whisper's Grove Trace the Labyrinthine Notes