Beneath the castle's ancient shell,
Shadows weave the stories no candle dares illuminate,
As time sings through the corridors,
Echoes not of what was, but of dreams yet to crystallize.
In the seashell's whisper, a map unfurls,
Traced with the stars' forgotten trails,
Leading you through murmuring arches,
Where echoes cast nets, trapping thoughts before they ripple away.