A symphony composed in silence, drowning sorrows in the depths of ancient sorcery. The heart schemes, yet the mind wanders through haunted woods, blindsiding voluptuous echoes.
Forty unspoken memories dwell in cobwebbed alcoves— Melancholy fingertips trace their outlines, smiling at obscurities grazing cryptic outlines.
The layers of silence beckon; benevolent shadows cradle the tales left untold for centuries.
Link to the spectral interlude of "Neither Here nor There."
Rummage through the "Lost Verses," resonating secrets rife with loneliness.