In quiet corridors, the walls murmur secrets, whispers painted in the shadows cast by flickering light. Dreams untangle, weave through the echoes— reflections in a funhouse mirror, kaleidoscopic truths.
The floor of shifting sands beneath cautionary steps, an invitation cloaked in mystery, beckons towards the door— a portal of possibilities, etched with time's hand.
With every heartbeat, the corridor breathes, alive and sentient. Shadows stretch, silhouettes dance, narratives woven in light and dark, reminding wanderers of paths left unexplored.
Beyond the threshold lies the unspoken promise, of encounters untrodden and dreams unrecorded. Yet here, in this ephemeral corridor, the familiarity of the strange embraces the lost traveler.
Another Echo