In the flickering shadows, she whispered to the void, her words a silent serenade lost in time, like memories unfurling their petals in the night. Shadows danced with ethereal grace, embracing the soft echoes of her voice, intertwining with the silent screams of the past.

The room held its breath, wrapped in the silk of her lingering sighs, a tapestry woven from stars and forgotten dreams. Each echo a ghost, trapped in the delicate silence between heartbeats, yearning for release.