As if tracing the fibers of existence, these harmonies cradle the essence of bygone echoes. Nursery songs, often perceived as gentle and heartening balms, possess an equally cryptic cadence. Contained within each note lies the memory of orchestrated circles, loops woven on whispers woven on time.
The commonality of rhythm entrances sense whilst adrift in thought—a soothing spiral that winds eternally, eluding definitive grasp. The incandescent dusk cradles secrets where dotted metaphor meets abstract hymn, blending dulcet memory with nocturnal curiosity.