Whispers Between Layers

Once upon a time, the walls were lined with the breath of stories, waiting, always waiting for the right moment to exhale.
In the hush of twilight, a song danced on the shadows.

There was a conversation that day, winding through the cracks like a serpent of glass and whispers, shimmering unnoticed.
Journey inward to listen where the clock has no hands and the future is pink.

Silence is a fragile dance, a lullaby in the cracks. The walls cradle it gently, asking nothing in return.
But what happens when the lullaby awakens? Find the rhythm that slips between your fingers like smoke.

Amid the lull, a single thread of melody weaves through the conversations, stitching together moments lost to time's hungry gaze.