Once, in a realm where the flickers of sound painted the air in arcs of unseen brilliance, the chorus of light sang. Echoes, not of this world, resonated softly through the veil.
She found herself within this kaleidoscope of memory, a place kissed by shades and silhouettes. The unheard hymn wrapped around her, each note a glimmering strand woven into the fabric of the night.
As her fingers danced through the luminous air, they brushed against entities unseen, the storied echoes of their presence lingering like whispers on spring winds.
These are the silent melodies that float, unseen yet vibrantly alive, within realms untouched by mortal sight. They sing, endlessly, as guardians of forgotten tales and spectral dancers.