In twilight's embrace, the symphony of stars sings, yet among the vastness, a muted melody lurks.
We hum the echoes of wishes ungranted, beneath the canopy of ancient trees.
Where do these songs go, when the heart can't hear them? They slip through fingers like grains of time, yet linger, haunting the silence.
Find your button, press it gently, and let nature's undefined pitch play its cryptic tune.