voices echo beneath the surface time murmurs with a patient heartbeat wrapped in spatial notes that flutter like wings reverberating sighs

listen closely, there, do you hear it? the auditory thread weaving through moments suspended like suns hidden behind clouds.

perhaps it's the sound of a clock's dream or the whisper of a breeze as it folds onto itself, grasping at shadows while leaving no trace.

wander through the corridor where echoes have names and silence converses with fading light, casting silhouettes long-soaked in mystery unspoken.html

touch the edges of sound like ripples in liquid time flowing over the lines drawn by the waltzing shadows