In the depth of twilight's embracing hollow, the shadow stretches, elongating its grasp upon each fleeting whisper.
Wandering spectres of promise murmuring incoherent soliloquies among the spectral reeds.
A solitary pulse amidst the infinity spiraling tightly, echoing the absence of sound, resounding only in the presence of its solitude.
Across an expanse unmeasured lies the bridge forgotten by all, yet its beams cradle the intangible fabric woven of ancient sighs.
Faint ember trails tracing destinies rewritten in the language of nameless constellations.
Beneath the chartless canopy, dreams sculpt matter from the porcelain dust of once-was.
Venture or retreat: grace the endless corridor or join the mere shimmer evaporating in the air.
Each door an illusion, painted shadow masking hollow chambers of yesteryears’ foibles.
Rearward glances amplified in the corridors of descent—the panorama contrived, a sequence of consecutive echoes reverberating unreally.