The clock's whisper fades into the canvas of night, painting echoes of forgotten songs.
Here the riverwalks are paved with dreams unfulfilled, yet the stars trace their stories.
Leaves of paper flutter around, ink-drenched with words left unsaid. A wandering mind is a wayward friend.
Travel these corridors of time, where permanence is a fleeting illusion.
Embrace the silence of chaotic symphonies here or there. Shadows dance beneath your footsteps, resonating with melodies unbound.