The whispers linger as shadows stretch across untaken paths, a cacophony of unsung songs echoing in the spaces left unvisited. Here, in the silence, melodies wait in tentative tones, yearning for voices that choose not to dance with them in daylight.

In this realm, each delayed step casts ripples in time, a symphony in suspended motion. The notes linger, brushing against the heart's wall, seeking entry through the cracks of contemplation.

The songs whisper, they mutter, they choke on the words unsaid, left to graze the gentle undercurrent of dreams deferred. Even so, their vibrant echoes paint the air, striking resonance within the sacred hollows of our doubts.