In the center of stillness, where audible are but fantoms, there exist traces of gone. These are the whispers that linger, stirring the being with their melancholy. They are a reminder of what has been, a tangible https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-X92Vwf_bM&list=PLZyUCudMkqcM4mk4_dH3OwD3Vix21ySC0&index=13&pp=iAQB