The door opens, and whispers unravel in the air
Shadows stretch, and stretch again, as hints of light
Drift like memories, weaving through the cracks
Echoes that echo, in rhythms that linger long
Each creak a note in the symphony of silence.
Open, close, open, close, a dance of hinges
A loop in time, where footsteps linger
Beyond the threshold, nothing is as it seems
Yet all is familiar in that strange way.