In the heart of the mist, where echoes kissed the void
The cymbals crashed, once, twice, thrice
Resonance through the threads of forgotten time
Strings of silver, drawn taut, sang of the ethereal
♪♩♫♬
Whispering winds carried the melody,
a tapestry woven in elusive dreams.
They played on, as shadows danced,
melting between the starlit frames
of a symphony beyond the dawn.
Da capo, the phantom conductor breathed
through realms untouched, unseen, unheard.
Each note a ripple in the cosmic sea,
touching shores of memory,
where the silent colors fade away.