An ancient scroll whispers of symphonies never seen, never heard, composed in the deafening silence of empty halls. A critique of the audible void, where notes flounder in the ether, seeking ears that will never come. In this museum of forgotten melody, each silence holds a story, a tragic aria among the unplayed octaves.
And so we ask, O wise sage of web art, where are the conductors without batons, the orchestras of shadows?
Dare you to uncover more: