Listen, oh seeker of the unseen vibrato, to the echoes pulsating gently through the curled leaf of the forgotten time. Within the relic lies the song—a whisper through the nostalgia of yesteryears—capturing fleeting interorbital harmonics, beware their gentle embrace.
You, who adorn the dusty corridors hunted by resonant shadows—once removed, twice sought—mark now the essence borne of diaphanous moonshadows. Feel each tremor, a caress from the tender nonchalance of drifting spheres.
With every undelivered promise, chart anew the nightscape, where certainties dissolve like dew upon the edges of angelic retinas.