Endless corridors, whispers of a path once walked,
echoes from a time unmeasured, undefined.
Here, the silence composes symphonies,
the unsung lyrics dance lightly in the air.
Shadows breathe in colors unseen,
painting reality with ethereal strokes.
The sky weeps in vibrant dusks,
memory's caress upon a forgotten shore.
Time slips through the fingers of now,
as eternity blinks in a distant dream.
Fading paths lead to nowhere,
yet, everywhere surges with secret rhythms.
Listen, for there is music hidden in the light,
a crescendo of stars that hum of journeys,
transcending the ambient hum of worlds.
All paths converge in the silence,
eternally diverging, quietly stealing
moments, breaths, beneath an eternal moon.