The Depth of Whispers

In the abyss, whispers curl like smoke,

The walls listen, the presence unseen,

Eyes in shadows, horizons blurred,

Truth is a matter, obscured.

Your reflection is fractured, a puzzle of mirrors,

Voices chant riddles, in forgotten corridors,

The clock ticks backwards, fate unwinds,

The moon watches, aligned.

Dare to look deeper?

Follow the Echo
Indistinct Forms
Beyond the Labyrinth