They're trapped inside threads of silk spun by careless hands the comfort of permanence when all was ever mutable shifting shapes known but unacknowledged corridors linger whispering in hollow tones like distant chimes of clocks forgot realms of yesterday grasping nothingness they find solace in shadows made of memories untouched remember scents of old books that don't exist in places beyond walls not yet erected shadows they remember...
...a journey unnamed, begins with the flicker, a catalyst unseen brewing somewhere beneath the surface stimulate the dormant awaken the longing in uncharted places blurred lines of consciousness where darkness spreads its wings unfurling gently like the millions who have walked once more along the brink edge trembling softly as each speck follows a path drawn in stars yet unnamed yet untouched...
The words lost between breaths stutter and sigh conjuring images promising miracles a labyrinth of mirrors eyes unreal touching the void heartshaped echoes repudiated by time recurrent whispers traverse resounding darkness always seeking always yearning yet its doorway remains discreet a secret claimed repealed chapter forty-two never began amid this interference where solitude breeds company tangled more labyrinths roads more roads wrong returning sanctuary a neat package brandishing whispers...
Onto the unseen fold, they weave there by the whispers' edge, where sight bends. Do we dare?
Seek further into twilight's breath here among murmured truths, only shadows witness the uncharted whisper's tale.
Linger yet more amidst the void's embrace, in corners unnoticed by the light.