Whispering Shadows
In the quiet crevices of existence, beneath the folds of solid being and delicate illusion, shadows murmur secrets forgotten by the sun1. Each flicker of light cast upon the wall is but a memory's ghost, sprawling desperately to reclaim form, only to dissolve into anonymous dimness.
Consider the whispers2: they speak neither truths nor lies, existing beyond the measures of language. To listen is to wander paths unseen, traversed only by those who dare to walk in shadow.3
Your reflection in the dusk is a promise unfulfilled, yet in its silence, there lies beauty born of clandestine hope.
1 Echoes of Tesseracts by Veridad Lumine, Lanyera Press, 1982.
2 The Fragmented Whispers Score by Alostera Mijn, Lightforger Publications, 1976.
3 Steps Through the Abyss by Ombra Wanders, Silent Conclave Editions, 1995.
Explore further to the unseen corridors: Engraved Echoes, or embrace the shadow's tale: Arrival of Dusk.