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Epilogue to the Story The Doors_Music Is Eternal
To Prologue of the Story "The Doors"
♫♫Enya - Amarantine (Official Video)♫♫
The universe, a sprawling tapestry woven with countless doors, endless corridors of time, and intricate labyrinths of fate, often presents a landscape where the lines between reality and illusion blur. In this fantastical realm, getting lost is tragically easy. Each closed door feels like a severance, a part of our soul and consciousness sealed behind those impenetrable walls, often with the keys permanently misplaced, condemning us to never revisit what lies beyond. Yet, there are serendipitous moments when we forget to firmly shut a door. These forgotten thresholds become unexpected portals, invitations from the Universe itself to relive cherished moments, to dip back into the magical memories of long-forgotten days.
Just so, as the last guitar chords resonated then slowly faded, and silence descended upon the dance floor, leaving everything suspended in stillness, some doors remained unlocked. Someone, perhaps, had forgotten to close them. Through unseen time portals, streams of ethereal strings continue to swirl through matter, their melodies playing on. Even when dismissed as mere ghosts of our imagination, they persist, weaving their silent symphony through the endless labyrinths and corridors of time.
For while all else may prove transient, fleeting like a whisper on the wind, music alone possesses an eternal quality, forever echoing in the forgotten spaces of our hearts.
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply with Love ღ
Epilogue to the Story The Doors_Music Is Eternal
To Prologue of the Story "The Doors"
♫♫Enya - Amarantine (Official Video)♫♫
The universe, a sprawling tapestry woven with countless doors, endless corridors of time, and intricate labyrinths of fate, often presents a landscape where the lines between reality and illusion blur. In this fantastical realm, getting lost is tragically easy. Each closed door feels like a severance, a part of our soul and consciousness sealed behind those impenetrable walls, often with the keys permanently misplaced, condemning us to never revisit what lies beyond. Yet, there are serendipitous moments when we forget to firmly shut a door. These forgotten thresholds become unexpected portals, invitations from the Universe itself to relive cherished moments, to dip back into the magical memories of long-forgotten days.
Just so, as the last guitar chords resonated then slowly faded, and silence descended upon the dance floor, leaving everything suspended in stillness, some doors remained unlocked. Someone, perhaps, had forgotten to close them. Through unseen time portals, streams of ethereal strings continue to swirl through matter, their melodies playing on. Even when dismissed as mere ghosts of our imagination, they persist, weaving their silent symphony through the endless labyrinths and corridors of time.
For while all else may prove transient, fleeting like a whisper on the wind, music alone possesses an eternal quality, forever echoing in the forgotten spaces of our hearts.
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply with Love ღ