Waves of forgotten songs ripple through the annals of silence. Labyrinths lie beneath; their whispers tell tales untold.
Beyond the fragile vista, where clouds kiss nebulae, echoes trace the pathways of wandering minds.
In the caverns of dreams, there sings an echo of itself—echoes do not lie, yet they do not tell the whole truth.
Listen closely to what remains silent—pulse of the heart of stone. Each note becomes a universe, folding in upon itself.
The starry nights weave their cosmic maps, threading stories into constellations. Shadows hold secrets of the light.