In corridors where shadows weave
Soft whispers linger, deceiving the air,
Unseen architects design the silence,
Step lightly or risk the truth's glare.
Echoes of yesteryears whisper names
Forgotten by all but the walls they adorn,
Each step a word in a poem of space
Each pause a line in the soul reborn.
What lies behind the veils of sight()
Hiding in whispers, yearning for light;
Follow the truth or chase the shadows,
Decide which corridor ignites your flight.