Somewhere between the notes and the silence, melodies hang like unmade beds, awaiting the embrace of dreams unconfined by linear time. Do we hear them when eyes are closed, or do they hear us, weaving between the quantum loops of our intertwined existences?
The lost melodies whisper of worlds only half lived, where every choice is a note in a symphony resonating across the lattice of parallel echoes. In the dissonance, do we find harmony or a mirror reflecting our hidden selves, playing on repeat?
Shall we chase these ethereal chords, follow their trail through misty portals, or allow them to remain as whispers just out of reach? Perhaps we are but players in a cosmic dirge, and the silence remembers.
The Stars' Secret Interlude Echoing Dreams Constellations & Honey