You stand poised in the doorway. The warm breeze blows over the threshold, carrying the faint sounds of a melody. Straining to listen, a motif begins to emerge, faint but recognizable. Reaching a cadence, a different voice picks up the melody. A key change, a moment of discord - but the phrase is resolved. The motif returns, more defined this time. Looking back, just for a moment, you see the dust of times past settle. The voice, clear now, sculpts the melody; it grows more muscular, more assertive.