In the deep earth's cradle, where silence basks in eternal slumber, melodies rest. Unearthed by chance or chosen by fate, they linger like echoes in a canyon of dreams. These are the fossils of sound, the remnants of a forgotten symphony.
"A tune once whispered by winds amid the sand..."
"Notes trapped in amber, waiting for the sun's kiss..."
Each note, a monument to the unseen; each rhythm, a relic of the inexpressible. Like the prints of ancient wanderers, they tell stories of places untouched by time, of moments where the cosmos paused to listen.
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