In the heart of Rainland, every drop that fell played a note on the symphonic sheet of the night. Beneath the heavy layers of darkness, where whispers materialized like ghosts of old forgotten dreams, one could trace the melody back to the past's embrace.
Have you ever listened to the echoes within a chamber hollow, where time loops and unravels continuously? The question lingered, caught between reality and something more whimsical, every word a droplet anchoring into the fabric of memory.
The Silent Cloud's Song Depths of the Echoes Withered Notes