In the twilight of our collective memory, where shadows play upon the edge of sound and silence, lies the symphony of what once was.
These are the edges of recollection, where the melancholy notes linger in the air, painting ephemeral pictures upon the canvas of the mind.
Each note, a whisper from the past, carries tales of forgotten melodies, woven into the fabric of time, hauntingly beautiful and endlessly nostalgic.
As we traverse these symphonic edges, we find ourselves lost in the reverie of sounds that dance like ethereal phantoms, beckoning us to remember what is often left unsaid.