The clock counting down
from an eternity
Whispers in silence.
Voices beyond
the edges of memory
Faint reverberations.
Light dances
in flickering patterns
Forgotten dreams.
The murmur of forgotten corridors
hum in symmetry
a trace of glories past.
Windows to nowhere,
past lives whisper,
embodied in echoes.
Faded laughter echoes
off the walls of despair
Memory lane.
Peer into the glowing shards of shattered stories, the beams flickering like the last breath of old stars.
The corridors of your mind, lined with memories too vintage to digitize, shimmer in this corridor of thoughtful shadows.