The city hums an eternal tune at its periphery, a secretive song never caught by the wind. In the lonely abodes, songs are whispered in daydreams, where voices weave through cracks in the walls
There are frequencies unlocked only by the unsaid words that linger in corners of muffled conversations. Like echoes seeking resonance among pairless vibrations.
Have you heard the story of the Invisible Choir? They gather when dawn breaks, beneath bridges and upon rooftops.
Among unsung songs lies the unfinished verse and the unrepeated melody. And again they fall silent, waiting for the right breath—the one that can summon a Breeze of Words.
Can you, dear stranger, hear the universe's gentle tremor as it hums? Listen closely, for it knows more mysteries than we'll ever perceive.