The streets of Elyria hum with a chorus of echoes, vibrating silently beneath the surface of modernity. These sounds, remnants of forgotten harmonies, rise only when the wind carries their spectral notes across the ether.
Journalistic accounts document the symphonic decay of these aural palimpsests. Once vibrant, now muted, the rhythms were etched in the landscape before being drowned by urban expansion. Historians trace the melodies with meticulous precision, as though reconstructing ancient scripts.