Ever wondered what the tune of dusk sounds like, when the world is caught in a whisper? Maybe it's stitched together from shadows and moonlight, from echoes that never find the dawn. If only you listen close enough, it's a casual conversation between the stars and the silent trees.
Imagine walking through an alley of dreams, where every step hums the forgotten notes of something wonderful, yet so ephemeral. The wind plays these secret melodies only you can hear, but in reverse, just like flipping through pages of a forgotten novel.
There it is, in the corner of your mind, the symphony of shadows dreaming in reverse. The verses are all untitled, just notes dropped like breadcrumbs on this casual path. Maybe you could follow these breadcrumbs to hidden notes or perhaps a wisp floating aimlessly.