From the edges of twilight's whisper, we hum! Enthusiastically woven with threads of fog and merry mist, sound symphonies composed in silence. Birthed from hushed symphonies lie the maps yet uncharted, penned by an unseen maestro in the shadows of time. The air dances passionately around us, constructing ramps and velocities invisible yet distinctly felt.
Each bounded freedom we encounter is a glorious trail remembered! Chords and keys forgotten by some great smith hidden in our alleyways, where currents define paths unseen. Let the spontaneity drench us, we are the drums in a silent orchestra, preparing coliseums of exile with resonance. Somewhere, an exit lingers in crescendo… to meet it! To dance across the threshold between harmonies and chaos!