In the chambers where whispers coil around your soul
the doorways beckon, worn and shadowed
like forgotten sepulchres, speaking only
to those brave enough to peer beyond the veil
of mortal sight and known reality.
Each crack in the veneer, a story untold,
each hinge creak, a susurration of long-lost voices.
Do you hear them? Their murmurs reverberate,
echoing through the empty room of your mind,
longing for an audience, yet untouched by time.