Through corridors fashioned from mist, phantoms rise and take hold of the past, weaving it anew into delicate webs strung between starless nights. The echoes of forgotten melodies, played in reverse, reach out to those who dare to listen, yet few find solace in their haunted refrain.

Each note a ripple in still water, born from dreams long since awoken, unravels the narrative threaded into twilight. A yearning becomes a melody, rephrased by time's distant hands—questioning the nature of its existence, pondering a symphony that sang itself into silence.

Will you follow the reverberation, step where shadows lay thick, or discover the path whispered just beyond reach? These echoes await interpretation, a reflection of what might have been or was never meant to be.