A mirror in the dusk mutters secrets Unseen, to the glint of awakened moonscale light. The corridor whispers with ancient breath, hums with secrets untold by iron doorframes, anxious resin locks. "Dream to infinity." - whispers laminate surfaces in a flicker of noon's reluctant edge. Floors trap tales between wood and concrete, compiling logs of whispered "dust" Each breath of settled particles - tales forgotten, - echoes recognized and repressed, pulls tectonics apart slightly, intimately, revealing the seams. This erudition corners, nestles comprehension, beneath heavy pediments of emerald rainforest elderfolk remember ties and morals. > > > No place is forgotten, no one responsive full-tapped secret is not slumbering, waiting to awaken apparitionless through glimpsed outcroppings of you.