The Corridors of Existence

Dimensions unwoven, threads of what remains.
Passage unspoken, corridors breathe entropy.
Echoes of a time: when whispers dictated the stars.
Glide through the lattice of forgotten choice.
Chronologies in repose; the void is not empty.
Signs etched in sand, fleeting patterns dissolve.
"To exist is to traverse these labyrinths of moments."
Perceptions | Phantasm