Aural Echoes

In the quietude of a mind unravelling, there lies the remnant of an ethereal symphony. Wisps of sound, mingled with the fragments of forgotten dreams, linger like shadows on the periphery of consciousness.

"The echoes of what once was, what might have been, and what is yet to come..."

In the corridors of thought, an unseen melody plays — a song sung by voices lost to the winds of time. Each note a memory, each silence a pause in the grand narrative of existence. The melody drifts, a phantom tethering us to realms unexplored.

As the aural echoes fade, we find ourselves amidst the ruins of a once-vibrant landscape — a tapestry woven with the threads of sound and silence. Here, the ghosts of a forgotten past dance beneath the moonlit sky.