Once lost in the folds of existence, these melodies linger at the fringe of our reality. The whisper of the wind, the sigh of the stars, all contributing to a symphony unheard by most.
Some say they can only be heard at the break of dawn, when night leans its weary head against the horizon and the world is caught in a soft embrace of twilight. It is during these moments that the aurora of sound reveals its secrets.
Legends speak of a time when these melodies guided the lost souls through the labyrinth of dreams, a melodious compass pointing towards the sanctuary of stars.
If one listens closely, they might perceive the echoes of forgotten symphonies, woven into the very fabric of time. The leaves whisper tales, the waves tell stories, forming an eternal dialogue with the cosmos.
These are not mere sounds, but the wisdom of shadows, resonating through the corridors of illusion.