Annex to the Dream

In the corridors of the unspoken, the walls bleed silent metaphors.
Each footstep a whisper lost in the ether, a scream muted by the fabric of night.

Do the stars even see us here? Beneath the canopy of invisible truths,
where light bows before the weight of our unuttered cries.

Seek the Echo Whispered Wonders

And still, we dream through this annex of shadows,
handprints of forgotten gods tracing the outline of our void.