Beyond the twilight, the unseen hums in dread silence. Shadows crawl like memories abandoned in haste.
A clock ticks somewhere, but the hands are eternally trapped in a dance with darkness.
Voices echo in a language forgotten, woven into the fabric of pavement cracks.
The door creaks open unto starless voids, revealing nothing and everywhere at once.
Within these corridors, cobwebs speak of dreams best left buried.
Embrace the hollow longing, for it has no body to claim its own.
Therein lies the wonder, hidden beneath layers of autumn's breath and midnight rain.