Whispering Labyrinths

The corridor unwound, expelling echoes from stone lips.
Shadows meld into shadows, and one hears the call of forgotten murmurs.
Navigate through catacombs of thought— decay your only companion.

Filling the void with dust, tales untold slip past fingers.
An architecture of brittle ink and fading memories,
a monument to entropy itself.
Witness the paths diverge in melancholy— where do they lead, one muses, if anywhere at all?