The Corridor Narrows

The endless aisle, where footsteps echo off time's polished steel.

A whisper told of stars within:

Dreams mapped against granite walls,

Constellations of histories unwritten,

And penciled dreams of paths yet walked.

Here lie the Oracles:

• The Weaver's Eye: Gaze as threads of fate intertwine the weft and warp.
• The Lost Ships: Lanterns of mariners adrift beneath silver seas,
• The Plowman's Path: Furrows lay upon earth soft from memory,
• The Moth's Covenant: Wings whisper secrets to safeguard in twilight's sigh.

Directions carve themselves beneath moonlight's brush,

Voyage in spirals, to where beginnings cease.

A tapestry unfolding - no end, only corridors converging inward,

To the silent heart that beats in tandem with the universe’s sigh.