Eternal Melodies

On the edge of time, where stone whispers to the sky, Four souls gather, their strings alive with the breath of eternity. Violins cradle the soul, their music a bridge between worlds unseen. A lone figure stands, a sentinel of silence, guarding the sacred tune. Each note is a thread, weaving the fabric of existence, Binding the past to the future, the mortal to the divine. The stone beneath them is ancient, a witness to countless echoes, Yet their music is timeless, a testament to the human spirit's resilience. In this moment, the world pauses, held captive by the beauty of sound, A reminder that even in the quietest corners, life sings its eternal song.