As you walk through the corridors, do you notice the way the light bends—paces matching the beats of memories, accompanied only by whispers of yesterday? In these shadows, silence holds its form, solid and heavy.
Pillars of thought, structured and looming, cast shapes upon weary reflections. Each step echoes in the recesses of untold stories, inviting your presence into the twilight haze.
"In corridors where light dances without source, the invisible illuminates what is meant to be seen."
Cast not upon the visible spectrum, but rather born from intention, the silhouettes remain. Between them, one might find, are dreams waiting to fire their spark amidst the sterile infinity of potential paths.
Is there solitude waiting just beyond this transit, or is it the company of light that makes the corridors less lonely?
Pause. In every flicker, every subtle shift, the corridor extends its invitation, a soft glow urging on, toward hidden dreams or perhaps ephemeral echoes.