In the mellow incandescent glow, dreams of lace and light whisper apologies to the void.
Can you feel the touch of forgotten eons upon your skin? A spectral sigh in the corridors?
A cascade of stars once fell here, shimmering with the stories of mute skies.
Words woven from twilight's embroidery linger, mere remnants clinking softly against silent twilight.
Beneath the labyrinth's pensive dreams, truth masquerades as gossamer threads.
Shall we chase the echoes as they dance between what has never been and the awake mind’s shadow?
Swayed by the harmonious zephyrs of yesterday's forgotten delusions,
the distant mellifluous laughter of a universe untold often breaks upon the forgotten halls.