Beneath the blanket of night, the stars play a symphony
A melody only the brave dare to decipher.
You hear it? The thrum of ancient drums echoing
Across the forgotten valleys, calling you...
Crescendo building through shadowy forest glades.
Imagine a world where the wind sings secrets,
Where each gust reveals a forgotten tune lost.
Join the melody, become one with the persistent overtones.
Instruments await – no mere wood and strings, but elements crafted
By the hands of time and silence, tuning confusion to clarity.
Are you ready to embrace? Seek the ghostnotes,
Listen to the echoes that promise liberation within shackles.
A harp strung with moonlight dwells, restless till it finds you.