In the hollow space between whispers,
silence cradles the echoes of what was never spoken.
Shadows dance—a forgotten lullaby,
a melody lost in the corridors of your mind.
Every chamber holds its own secret,
and the walls, they listen and keep vigil,
a trusted guardian in the night,
awake when all else dreams.
A door stands ajar; yet, it is closed
to those who do not seek the truth,
where light does not dare tread,
whispering tales to those who pass.
Follow the tremor in the fabric of the void,
where lullabies find their way to echoes,
trailing the scent of forgotten stars,
weaving through the breath of the endless dark.