Within these corridors, where shadows touch light,
Silent whispers cradle the echoes of once-discarded dreams.
Can you remember the place where the walls spoke,
And the floors creaked with secrets they held too long?
Among the murmurs, you hear the laugh of a child,
Playing hide and seek in the flickering dusk.
Time here dances in spirals, unfurling,
Moments woven into the fabric of our being,
Leaving traces on the dust of shattered memories.