In the empty chambers of historical acoustics, where silence once held dominion
voices of the forgotten linger, frank and firm, teaching the unwary traveler
the art of listening and the craft of remembrance.
To tune oneself amidst them is to embrace the unknown symphony
unraveling in the folds of quiet, a delicate tapestry woven of sound and
absence, echoing seamlessly.
Adorned with the ghostly reverberations of melodies unspoken,
contemplate the lessons etched in resonance.