In hollow corridors where time unwinds, a giant stillness armors empty vaults.
Here lingers silence, curving itself into whispers of what used to be a flurry.
The walls trace stories told by footsteps echoing long ago. Their vibrations continue, seen as soil's ripples -by imaginary hands.
Tick Tick Tick
Through crystal webs, the mechanisms of thought unwind in circles closer yet revered, ensnaring dust in spirals: A staircase articulate.