The Timeless Crypt

The parchment crumbles
under fingers that yearn
for whispers long lost,
encrypted memories
hidden in the folds
of time's embrace.

"Through the corridors,
a voice lingers—
a specter of dreams,
woven in the night's fabric."

Gaze upon the reflections
of shadowed pasts,
where the clock ticks
an echo of dread.