In the boundless expanse where the sky kisses the earth, dreams weave through unseen strings, a symphony of unspoken words. They linger like a whisper in the wind, chasing the faded notes of eternity.
Each note, a fragment—lost pages of songs unsung. Each echo, an emotion spiraling into the void, resonating with the hues of longing. To hear them, one must listen harder than the silence around.