In the corners where light barely touches, songs lay dormant, hidden beneath layers of dust. Murmurs of forgotten tales fill the air, tickling the edges of sanity and leaving soft impressions on the mind.
The shadows play, stretching and curling, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. Each move, an echo of a symphony composed in solitude, weaving stories in the void. Whispers of these symphonies linger among scrutinized silence, awaiting an audience.
These gentle motions symphonizing the silence, conjure shadows that never existed yet always belonged here.