In the absence of sound, we find the echoes that were never spoken. They dance around like phantoms in an empty theater, rehearsing lines that were never meant to be heard, only felt.
What melodies have you composed in your solitude? The heart beats in rhythms we have yet to understand, a symphony conducted by silence itself. Each pause is a note, each breath a measure, each thought a chord.
Stars scatter melodies across the void. They hum ancient tunes, forgotten by time but never by memory. Can you hear them? Not with ears, but with the echoes of dreams that linger past dawn.
As the waves unfold, they carry stories of the unspoken. Let them wash over you, revealing layers hidden beneath the surface of sound.
Wander further into Inner Symphonies or turn to Distant Choruses.