In a room with luminous shadows, the symphony unfolded. Notes scattered like whispering leaves upon forgotten pavements.
Time itself, decoded through harmonics, revealed the dreams of the moon's melancholic waltz. Inside a clock's heart, tickled by an untamed breeze.
The room spoke in refracted thoughts, each section of the orchestra a prism catching light no mortal saw emerge from daybreak's deceit.
A lone violin echoed in search of seashell whispers, calling forth voices painted by the tide's eternal embrace. Where do you belong, harmonies wrapped in silk?
Like flowers sculpted of jeweled ice, melodies laid down a transcendent doorway—unlocking rhythms of aster-colored dusk.
Scribbled on winds erased by dawn, symphonies trembled retelling stories murmured by fishes swimming in strands of burnt chocolate starry-night water. Choose to listen.