Whispers in the Sonic Void

Do you ever just sit and listen to the quietest note, the one almost erased? It's more ephemeral than a shadow in a daydream. Like how pathways once remembered your footsteps but changed with the seasons. You know, those forgotten whispers, they find every corner. Drift around sometime - or maybe now?

Swipe your mind here. Touch ages past without knowing. Close yet intangible.