Each whisper of the forgotten, a ghost in the corridors of perception. Sounds that never were, yet insist on being, balance precariously on the edge of the known. What is the sound of absence, and how does it haunt the soul's quietude?
In the symbiosis of reality and imagination, paradoxes dwell in the resonant void. Silent screams of muted thoughts linger in the fabric of time, waiting for an ear, a heart to embody their spectral dance.
Listen closely, for the echoes are near. The ancient voices murmur in a language of shadows, weaving tapestries of what was, and what could be, in the unwritten graves of the world.