Each pluck of a distant string wafts through starlit shadows, reverberating in cryptic tones. One may hear the echoes of humankind lost at sea, treasures turning to sand in blustering gales.
The wanderer stumbles across forgotten cities where silence engulfs forgotten tunes, and spectral whispers drift upon alabaster wings, with not a soul in sight.
Then temptation lurks just beyond reach, wrapping thoughts around silhouettes where memories breathe the song of shadows, and dreams dissolve like fine mist in an autumn breeze.