The night sings in solemn tones, a dirge of timelessness, where stars chant and shadows listen. Beneath the whispering arches of old, something hushed breathes a secret.
Beneath the veil of perception, a breeze carries
notes of patterns not yet charted, entangled in dreams of the untouched. Windstrings hum invisibly.
Interactions uncounted, echoes unrestrained, each step on stone worn by intentions in scripts less spoken.