Long before the digital tides swept us into their incessant stream, songs carved out spaces for us in this world—a lullaby for the lost, a hymn for the wandering. Beneath the vault of stars, these melodies were the gravity wells anchoring our emotions, shaping shadows on the walls of our hearts.
The voices we never hear, carried by wind from forgotten corners, weave tales of laughter and sorrow in harmonic convergence. Therein lies the essence of songs—ephemeral bridges built across oceans of silence. Each voice is a remnant, an echo calling us back to remember what we have let drift away.
Silence does not mean absence; it brims with unspoken volumes. The resonance of silence, when attuned to the frequency of absence, reveals the chords of songs unwritten. These melodies are threads in the tapestry of existence, their resonance a reminder of the time when we were willing to listen to what was not said.