Shadows linger long, stretches of silence arrayed in whispers, across header pages of untold narrative lives. Halls resound with echoes not breathed or written—unfurling curtains lingering at edges.
A square room within a wider perception, blank walls listen and listen again. Countless solitary items await their recall, recollections entangled in the weave of memory.
Under distant cyclopean forms, the hum of interaction unwrapped, each step an imperceptible revolution of the forgotten lexicon.
Out of the darkened cache, emerges a universe not familiar, rich with dust-caked words and trembling absent smiles enduring silently.
One foot, then another—traction in spaces vacant yet full, where concept shivers with possibility.