In the center of a silent expanse, a hollow chamber stood
Its walls shimmering with reflections of memories
Here, in this place, stories found life anew
And breathed as whispers against the crystal matrix
Once were the words of a traveler,
Lost among glistening corridors
Each step reproducing paths once traveled,
Yet only echoes answered his call.
Until the explorer caught a glimpse
Of the intangible web connecting all breaths
And saw his shadow dance not alone
But entwined with past and whispers still echoing.