Shadows whisper tales of yesteryears, fleeting memories echoing softly in the grand emptiness. The hallway stretches onward, paths obscure rather than unfolded. Each step uncertain and timeless, crossing over the unmarked parchment of days gone by.
Venturing forward, the silence hums a melancholy tune of departed footsteps, serpentining through corridors and cloisters of the mind’s sanctuary. Do you remember the face in the mirror? Wasn’t that reflection moving, once?
Beyond the open door lies another world, or perhaps merely a repetition with subtle differences, sway rustling illusionary leaves of these indoor wildernesses. What wait just around the bend of this perpetual wheel, beyond the fog and doubt?
Encounter whispering doors or dreaming labs that curiously reshape your reality. When the turn is upon you, will choices follow?
Floating thoughts drift on canvas seas in the empty rooms of heart — where have the voices gone, echo searching its chord? Beyond you, before you— the endless turning sings its gentle lament.