Who are you when the lights fade
and whispers drown in shadows’ breath?
The plasticity of memory weighs, strangled like fog,
haunted reflections in forgotten glass.
This mirror, an echo, laughs quietly,
remnants drift past stillness,
Carnival dreams, lost like incense,
whirl in sepulchral winds.
Chase the aftermath where silence screams,
amorphous semblances twist under moonlit catalysts.
Shall we delve further into ephemeral corridors,
or become companions of the shadows?
Connect the darkness with threads of ciphered light,
step through the lining of twilight,
and discover remembrances left by still waters.
Untangle the resonance of forgotten patterns.
Each click reverberates through sepulchered realms.
Look away, embrace the retreating whisper.