We stood at the cusp
where silence is but a reverberation
—echoes fragmented, curling in arcs
through unseen dimensions.

Lost portals hang in this liminal space,
vibrational distortions singing soft
refrains of a world unseen,
stitched together by whispers.

Were you here before?
A specter of a shadow passes, crossing your gaze
—its purpose as obscure as the portal itself.

Fold your memories, cube-like,
beneath layers of forgotten time
and let the whispers sculpt your path.