In the silent retreat of mind's echo chamber, words dance as shadows, flickering yet unseen.

Do you remember?

The touch of time wraps around the ancient door handles, brass whispers forgotten.

Steps resonate, linger; a resonant chord in the endless corridor.

Reflections linger here...

Distant murmurs: a harbor of old voices set sail, charting waters of the subconscious.

Here lies the map to yesterday's sunrise.

Turn the page of windswept calendars, observe the reticent script of lovers' quarrels emptying into the sea.

Enter the next realm...

Keys in cupboards create melodies forgotten in the sepia-toned photograph of eyes closed.

Lyrics of the forever-unwritten crumble, wet ink stolen by breathless breezes.

Seek the hidden symbol...