Time slips through spectral fingers, an echo today becomes the shadow of a tomorrow's dusk.
Repetitions whisper secrets, dissonant harmonies of yesterday's songs now float aimlessly in forgotten chambers.
Once a profound silence, now a cacophony of memories unclaimed, destinies unwritten.

The symphony of silence persists, a harmonious discord, an orchestra without its conductor.

Boundaries dissolve, where customs once secured now lie fluid, like phrases in a forgotten dialect.