Whispers swell in reticent corners,
melding with hushed frequencies of yore.
Alone, the echoes find form, weaving
spectral vapor beneath the crescent pulse.
Lend your ear to the unfathomable abyss,
where sound stretches its tendrils, cautious
in its embrace of relative silence.
Dance the paradox over the wave of echoes,
beholding realms uncharted and faintly dim.
In this ambient void, each reverberation
whispers stories etched on the fabric of sound,
tales untold by the mute symphony
that plays in your vacant room.