In the corridors of forgotten notes, melodies once danced, now whispers.

The piano keys, touch of specters, play a tune of untold edges.

Beneath the surface, residues of yesterday hum in quantum resonance.

Time folded, unfolded, a paper boat in an endless sea of ripples.

Listen—beneath the echoes, a message carved in shadows:

“Not what is seen, but what is erasure.”

Fragments linger, dissonant harmony painted in ghostly hues.

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