A dirge plays faintly through the ether, draped in shadows, echoing steps of the untold. The wanderers float, spectral outlines tracing the unmapped paths of memories unwound, formed only in silence.
To find solace in the cacophony, do the unguided weep for the quietude? For every songbird nestled in the soft folds of despair, there arises a new dawn that writhes under nature's cruelty.
"In the hollow chambers where echoes reside, embrace the ephemeral with a losing breath, for even shadows cast shadows, and each note lingers in the web of spacetime...”
To traverse these realms of twilight
Dark Reflections
Or descend into the void
Misty Oblivion
"Each note passed like sands slipping through frail fingers." - the unclaimed poet.