In the resonance of silence, where the echoes weave soliloquies of countless worlds, an unseen orchestra plays.
The harmonies, profound and untold, cascade in nectarous waves, brushing against the vellum of oblivion.
Here, music exists not as a sequence, but as an atmosphere, a perpetual hum of forgotten thoughts draped over shadow mountains.
Ascribe well, the melodies marionette the sky, etching crescendos across the cosmic tapestry yet unheard by life’s alert senses.
Embark on these echoes, mimic the unheard dirge by tracing phantoms sheathed in light, mingle in the hue of lost notes, interwoven with threads of dusk.
Dance under what remains invisible, sing along the fervent strings with the recollections bridled of unalways.
The tapestry read, the auras resonated within, every beat a remembrance of a symphony woven in silence.