In the corridors of cobwebbed memories, where ghostly echoes weave through the motionless air, there lies a traveler.
Their steps are a gravity well of emotions, pulling at the strings of forgotten longings, resurrecting the specter of mourning with each ephemeral breath.
Who is this unseen wanderer, tracing the lines of your shadow as it stretches across time’s endless canvas? An enigma, a story untold, unraveling in the dim glow of lamp-lit solitude.
The walls weep with the tales they cannot tell, as whispers of old rise like phantoms from the ashes of eternity.