The corridors stretch endlessly, lined with whispered echoes of dreams half-formed. In these spaces, shadows tell stories more vivid than reality's embrace.
In the flicker of an unseen flame, stories are etched in the air—tales of yesterdays mingling with tomorrows that never were. Here, the invisible light casts silhouettes that breathe.
Is it the dreams of the morning that awaken us, or the shadows that linger long past sunset? The boundary blurs in corridors untraveled.
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