Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the ...

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of ...

A lone figure stands in a narrow, cobblestone street at dusk, surrounded by dimly lit, ancient buildings with intricate stone carvings. The sky above is a gradient of warm oranges and pinks, casting long shadows across the scene. In the distance, a neon sign flickers intermittently, its vibrant colors ...