In these halls of mirrored whispers,
we dance like shadows daydreaming of starlight romances.
Freely given to those with ears for nonsense,
words spiral upwards — melancholically exuberant:
Count the invisible footsteps echoing
once, twice... thrice? Who's counting!
Find the enchanted shoelace on aisle five by clicking
here.
The path is but an enigmatic giggle, search further if you dare to know the true sound of silence!
The clatter in silence speaks volume areesy mbalad...