In the tapestry of shadowed corridors,
lingering notes from a time unknown,
sung by silhouettes etched in dust.
The echoing steps of an uninvited guest,
tracing forgotten maps in heartbeats,
tattooing secrets on the walls of void.
Enter the echo chamber, if you dare.
Beyond there lies mirrored paths,
where reality bends to the will of silence.
Listen, listen closely,
to the symphony of shadows
that dance with flickered light at dusk.