Moonlit Symphonies: The Silent Eavesdrop
In the tranquil hour rudely marked by a ceaseless oscillation of lights above, the moon makes its weekly appearance overlessly serene. Witnesses invariably describe them as unspoken chords: harmonies whispered amongst constellations.
Our night correspondent, stationed atop the ashen hills, reported an enigmatic crescendo, its notation transcending earthly comprehension. Eyewitness accounts perhaps betray their authors' lucidity; indeed, they often evoke a collective dream state — an orchestra of the cosmos, merry yet cryptic.
Further investigation reveals amateur recordings; however, this auditory tapestry resists the linear grasp of musical notation yet simultaneously invites its players, under glades of eternal twilight.