In the hollow theater of eternity, where every whisper is woven into the fabric of time,
I found your voice—a soft murmur, like a breeze through forgotten corridors.
It lingered, a haunting melody resonating within the vast, echoing expanse,
intertwining with the echoes of lost moments.

Your words, once spoken in the fragile light of dawn,
now reverberate endlessly, cherished in a realm untouched by decay.
They dance through the chambers of memory, leaving traces of warmth,
a passionate song that defies the cold grasp of solitude.

Time is but a canvas, where silence speaks louder than any heartbeat,
and every heartbeat yearns to be heard above the infinite reverberations.
Phantoms of Dream
Symphony of Souls