In the silent hum of the cosmos, where echoes of creation dance backwards, I find the pulse of forgotten songs. Each note, a memory unspooled from time, unfurling like a petal under twilight's gaze.
The rhythm of existence plays on, a serenade woven through the fabric of stars. In this harmonic retreat, I listen to the whispers of worlds yet to dream.
Step into Solitude Ancient Odes