In the empty chambers of absence, the void hums quietly, longing for words yet unspoken.
Unveil the veils of nothing; those tentative oscillations whisper echoes of ages.
Step lightly among invisible sounds and trace them with fingertips made of shadow.
Have you heard the silence singing, or is this just a dream held too closely?
Like forgotten lullabies, these echoes remain—
an unfinished symphony swaying in the folds of a quiet eternity.
Each fracture in the air carries a note, lost and searching, around us.
Away, the hollow chambers catch our breath in silence.