In the tapestry of muted tones, where whispers paint the air, the silence murmurs songs untold. A symphony of stillness—the kind that shatters glass and bends steel, yet remains unheard, unfelt, unplayed. Shadows dance to the rhythm of unsung verses, their movements a dialogue with the void.
Upon the crest of a boundless silence, echoes rest—fragments of songs shattered by the wind. Cacophonies of forgotten notes linger, a phantom orchestra playing in the dark underbelly of existence. These are the melodies of lost paths and hidden trails, where every step reverberates with the echoes of history.
The Vibration of Void Winged Voices