In corridors where shadows play,
The whispers of a dawn-kissed day,
A single footstep, soft and shy,
Beneath the watchful, silent sky.
Chirps resound with spectral grace,
In this untraveled, empty space,
Like melodies of dreams unspun,
In twilight's hold, they dance, they run.
Echoes weave through time's embrace,
Pausing here, a fleeting trace,
Of voices lost, of stories old,
In whispered tales, the truths unfold.