Whispers of the Unseen

Through the corridors of silence, where echoes weave tapestries of forgotten dreams,
a single note hung suspended, dissolving into a symphony of the unseen.

The light, a mere thread woven into shadows, danced on the edges of perception,
illuminating riddles etched in the fabric of time.

Here, where the ordinary fades into the extraordinary,
a door awaits on whispers, yearning to be opened.