Unheard Chime

A chime drifts, unseen. Dust dances in our dreams, weaving whispers that defy time.
Perhaps it speaks of a sorrowful past, swirling amidst ephemeral choices.
Shadows flirt with light; the sacred and profane, dismantling logic.
How many worlds can a single chime unlock?
The echoes find us, or is it we who seek them beneath the layers of existence?