Euphony of the Endless Pathways

In the corridors of forgotten sounds, the path is paved with symphonic ironies. In one hand, you hold a compass that points nowhere, and in the other, a map that leads to yesterday's dreams.

"The whispers, they speak in symbiotic tongues," proclaimed the traveler, although all paths had already been tread by unseen paws and questionable footwear options.

Step lightly, for the pathways sing in euphonic dissonance, a melody best appreciated in moments of blissful oblivion.

trueSymphony != falseIrony;