As the notes fall, like rain on an invisible orchestra, they braid unseen harmonies that tether the soul.
In the glint of remembrance, splines of the past coalesce into forms both familiar yet strange.
"Do you see him?" she whispered, peering beyond the fog of time's reflection, where only shadows dared tread.
I gazed deeper, where the crystalline fray of truth unraveled in muted crescendos. There, a silhouette wavered, caught in a perpetual dance of dusk.