Among these shadows, there lies an unbroken whisper,
Echoing through corridors unseen, beneath the star-spun veil.
This starlit path, trodden by silhouettes of yore,
Where footsteps fade but linger still in twilight's embrace.
An autumn breeze carries tales of muted laughter,
Ghostly wisps entwined in moonlit silken thread.
The mirror sings, reflecting half-formed memories,
Portraits of selves past and futures untold, wary and curious.
Do you hear them? Lamenting in tones soft as daybreak fog,
O shadows, spinning echoes upon your specter-clad mural.
Your name, a secret ciphers made of light and longing,