A melody forgotten by time, suspended in static. It waits, like a shadow, a whisper lost in the abyss.
Do you hear it? The hum of invisible songs, woven through the fabric of the night. They speak in echoes here.
The static noises: a symphony of solitude. Every crackle, a memory of what was—to be remembered, but never retrieved.
They form a rhythm in the void, a pace for the shadows to dance. Listen closely, and they might reveal their secrets.
The voice of silence is not silent at all. It murmurs in tones too gentle, too soft to grasp, yet they linger in the mind.
Time flows, but the songs remain, an eternal whisper. Embrace them.
Perhaps in another walk of dusk, another life, another song... Do these shadows sing, or do they merely listen?
In the void, the answers are as light as shadows, as heavy as silence.