In the dim-lit corridors of the mind, Where shadows dance in the pale moonlight, Whispered thoughts trail like distant echoes, Mellow tales written in silent whispers.
The screens flicker, murmur their secrets, Glitches of memories, broken images cast. See the fleeting visage of the once beloved, In fragments, whispers, mere shadows at last.
Through veils of time, a mournful melody, Carries the burden of names left unspoken. In dreams, we traverse these ancient lands, With hearts heavy, yet with hope unbroken.