beneath the lanterns flicker "you see, the shadows whisper back", she insisted, folding dreams into dusk, spilling light.
In the mosaic of whispered halls, someone echoed a silent chime, their words unraveling the tapestry beneath our footsteps. mural revelations, they said.
the book spines like sentinels "guarding the sky", murmured an unseen voice, as pages rustled in the rhythmic pulse of an awaited verse.
"No, we never met, not like this," replied the shades that fluttered in corners, embracing voices unheard yet profoundly known. curiosity paths abounded.
beneath the grand ceilings< // echoes > the librarian was dreamless, safe among the scattered syllables, a soft hum only the walls understood, hollow bizarre and grounded still.