In the distance, silence sang louder than the sun. Each ray a note, each shadow a rest. The orchestra of the unseen played upon echoes, conducting weeping willows with invisible hands. Imagine the notes that fade before the dawn.
Somewhere, a clock ticks in reverse, unraveling time as it ticks softly in a ballroom of glass. Dancers weave stories on the carpet of stars above—their secrets echoed in voids yet touched by dreams.
The air was thick with silent symphonies, harmonies sculpted in the breath of shadows. Only the curious would dare to listen, only the brave would understand. Step through, if you wish. Step back, if you dare.