In the whispering void, where light dares not to tread, symphonies linger in hidden alcoves. Each note a ghost, each rest a cavern echoing the solitude of forgotten tones.
“Melodies etched in shadows, melodies unheard, yet they paint the night with a colorless brush.”
Step into the corridors of an unseen opera, where the silence is the conductor, and you, the lone audience. Whispers and Phantoms linger at every turn.