In the silence of a shattered dream, a whisper coils, faint and concealed, like a flower that sprouts from the past, among shades of what can no longer be faced. A breath of warmth that begins to fade, in the cold breeze of a broken memory, a promise the wind will not send, but the soul feels it, with an abandoned heart. And thus is born a summer without time, from the heart of one who has lost and found, a melody the heart tries to guard, among shattered dreams and a new desire to be reborn.