In the corridors where silence breathes, echoes of melodies fade into shadow. Once vivid, now whispers of forgotten sonatas linger, like ghosts adrift in the aether.
Listen closely, you might hear them—strewn across the intangible expanse, remnants of dreams forgotten, waiting to weave their tapestry through the needle of your consciousness.
What do you see when you close your eyes and let the void sing?
Phantom notes drift like autumn leaves, swirling in cosmic dance—a harmony of the unheard, an orchestra of the unseen.
Do you remember the lullabies of distant stars? Their hymns echo beyond the fabric of time, woven into the very essence of existence.