Their voices wandered like echoing footsteps, undisturbed and unchained.

The corridor itself - a memory echoing in an eternal pause; its walls absorb silent dreams like page-less books.
Here, in this crystalline echo, hear the heartbeats of forgotten wishes and unspoken lullabies.

Timeless were the shadows, cradling the threads betwixt dreams woven in starlight.

Within the labyrinthine shelter, silence breathed, weaving the strands of yesteryears into an amber haze.
Boundless were the horizons, standing guard at the thresholds of imagined worlds.

Above all, a whisper: dreams forgotten are wishes unreleased into the cosmic void.