In the space between breaths,
where echoes yearn to coalesce,
time's whispers dance like ephemeral flames,
flickering with unspoken intention.
Beneath night's canopy, a silhouette
of silence unfurls its wings. Beyond,
the dormant symphony awaits its reverie,
woven in the tapestry of starlit dreams.
Hidden choirs vibrate in the marrow of existence,
rendering songs of sorrow sweet and infinite.
Listen closely, a shiver in the shadows—
the tune of forgotten trysts, laughter like rain.
Voyage beneath the waves.
Crescendo, the soul remembers.