In the dim corridors of the forgotten ages,
a symphony plays, carried on the winds
of a time not remembered but
gently mourned. Here, whispers breathe.
The castles of ice and despair rise
upon the remnants of dreams
long buried beneath
the rivers of silence.
Once, she sang—a song devoid of sound,
nestled in shadows where
no light dared to wander, melding,
ever fading into the dusk.
Memories misplaced,
a child's laughter intermingles
with echoes of a battle
fought in oblivion's embrace.