The Forgotten Suite

Beneath the cathedral's watchful arch, a song unfurls like smoke, intertwining with dust motes dancing in sepulchral light.

Fleeting whispers trace paths along corridors of time, where anachronistic dreams of tapestries woven by forgotten hands linger.

In the forest's embrace, the willow weeps, harboring secrets of harp strings plucked by hands unseen, echoing across shadowed glades.