In shadowed corridors, whispers linger,
tracing paths of forgotten lamentations.
Past these silent doors, echoes dance,
tracing circles 'round the sorrowed halls.
You walk, a single note in a vast symphony,
rhythms intertwined with night’s embrace,
seeking solace or perhaps the void,
where reflections find their jagged cradle.
Somewhere, a cipher sings in broken tongues,
an unseen clock ticks in reverse—an omen.
Follow the echoes, or let them lead astray.
Whispered Secrets
Shadowed Theatres
The Circle's Arc