In the hollow spaces of time, phantoms gather. A corner echoes what the walls forget, shifting between moments lost like mist through fingers. Did you hear the sound of silence?
Velvet visions—stirred whispers of yesterday's shadows painting paths of light.
Sometimes voices coil within the crestate of urging winds, transient apparitions whispering from multi-dimensional realms, speaking secrets older than the stars.
What haunted song lingers between the clouds? Do unseen beasts skitter in erratic rhythms just beyond our grasp?
Awaken to the chime of unexperienced hardness, rolling dice in the unknown. Can you unravel what those sounds form?