Once, this place resonated with a symphony that danced on the edge of dreams. Now, only echoes remain, murmurs of a time when melodies wove stories in the air.
Have you ever noticed how the silence here hums? It's as if the walls remember each chord, each crescendo, holding on to them like secrets.
Sometimes, when the moon is just right, I think I see shadows conducting unseen orchestras. They look for the lost tempo, you know?
There's a door at the back, slightly ajar, leading to another dimension where music never ceased. I wonder where it goes.
Wander Further