The hands glide fingers over keys, avenues of marble and ebony kissing starlight. Each touch an echo rewritten in space-time, profound and yet fleeting, caressing nebulous orchestras in the shadows of eternity. Can the stars weep over forgotten harmonies, their cries lost in cosmic winds?
Enter dream closets, open to infinity, archways hum songs of celestial solitude. Wander paths where time’s embrace falters, only to be consoled by the dirge of aura notes. Seek solace beneath the moon's silver glow as it orchestrates this unrehearsed serenade.