In the vast arch of silence, where sound waves once danced a jubilant waltz, there lingers a ghostly refrain. Invisible chords stretch taut in the air, vibrating with memories of sonorous joy, a symphony now cloaked in shadows.
The walls, once a canvas for the vibrant cacophony, stand stoic and mute. Their surfaces hum in quietude, bearing witness to the ethereal echoes that refuse to fade. A fleeting melody glides through the room—a whisper between worlds, known but never heard.
The floorboards creak under the weight of past harmonies, a silent orchestra tuning in the stillness. Unseen winds swirl around, carrying hushed tones of a forgotten ballad, a delicate waltz of the intangible.
Here, in the reverberation of absence, melodies find their home—nestled within the undulating silence, an opus of the unseen. These melodies are not gone; they linger, waiting for an ear to catch their elusive flight.