In the endless maze of corridors, I wander still. The paths intertwine with my thoughts, each step echoing hollow promises made to the self. Have you ever lost yourself in the silence of midnight? Here, the corridors hum in quiet understanding, holding secrets I dare not whisper aloud.
Behind each door lies a possibility, a shadow of what could have been. Somewhere between the first step in and the last step out, I became part of the walls themselves. A reluctant keeper of dreams and regrets, aisles stretch into the horizon, beyond reach, beyond return.
Night dances on the edges of consciousness, and I hear the corridors breathe...