The ceiling looms.
Shadows flicker with a whisper.
Footsteps.
Tread softly; the past thrums beneath.
Voiceless murmurs dance in the dark.
Listen, and they may tell their tale.
Walls breathe the stories of old.
Press your ear against them to hear.
Here, time wanes; eternity lingers.
Walk between the echoes, where silence waits.