V🜔lvet Echo

In shadowed recesses, where sunbeams dare not tread,
whispers entwined with the silken fog of dusk,
murmurs of cryptic scripts whisper 'aloud',
for silence hides what echoes dare remember.

A labyrinth—🊉 flow and twine, of riddle and whisper,
banquet of syllables cradled by velvet arms,
shards of midnight's glass fracture through the pulse,
seek not the door, ere it reveals not thine gaze.