Infinite Resonance

In the hushed corridors of time, where echoes wear the guise of forgotten whispers, I trace the outlines of my fading existence. Each reverberation is a thread, weaving a tapestry of moments long unclaimed by light.

Shadows dance upon the canvas of my mind, painting stories of what could have been. I stand at the precipice of these reflections, watching the endless waves of resonance colliding, merging into an infinite ocean of silence.

Along the edges of consciousness, the tendrils of decay reach, softly caressing the remnants of yesterday's dreams. Are they dreams, or mere reflections of a life imagined in the quiet confines of my heart?

I ponder the paths not taken, their footprints etched in the sand of time, soon to be washed away by the tide. The journey is both familiar and strange, a looping refrain of bittersweet melodies.

Whispers
Reflections
Decay