In corridors of mirrored whispers,
Shadows weep for lost memories,
Unlaced threads of time and space,
Dares the voyager dwell within.
Layer upon fragile layer,
Treads the mind on brittle paths,
Where every echo holds a secret,
Following where the silence breathes.
Threads woven by unseen hands,
Nestle in the creaks of dusk,
Every step a conscious rebirth,
Dancing on the edge of nothingness.
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