Voices in the shadows sing stories of what should have been,
a symphony of echoes lost to the wind's embrace.
In the quiet of the night, when stars refuse to shine,
I find the shapes of dreams tracing paths through silent spheres.
Entwined Melodies
Warped Timelines
Unspoken Words
Here, under the canopy of unformed realities,
silhouettes dance to unheard tunes of forgotten yesterdays.