In the marrow of the moonlit corridors,
shadows swirl, entwined with whispered secrets
and forgotten stories untold. They march,
an assemblage of echoes, silent yet loud,
a symphony in dissonance.
Along the fractured stones, a gentle breeze
carries tales of woe, of lost souls that linger,
tethered by chains of brittle lace and
svelte mist. Listen dearly; hear the secret
gnawing at the edge of the vast empires.