"In the corridors of time, where echoes do not sleep, I heard the harmony of shadows..."

"Let me sing you the song of a midnight breeze, woven with the threads of stars and dreams..."

"Once upon a whisper, I saw the dawn of yesteryears. The sun kissed the horizon, and with it came the lullabies of the ancients." Follow the pathway to the whispers or visit the songbook.

"Voices, sweet and sorrowful, tracing the outline of a memory—a promise made beneath the old willow tree."