Theorem of Extended Life

A corridor of what's been, silence palpable...

Contemplative shadows flitter, echoing footsteps in vacuous lapses of time.

Where the light once danced, falling through shattered windows: attempt to freeze a heartbeat.

Existence murmurs the soft incantations of the chaotic dreamscape.

Fractured crystals reflect & refract thoughts like tangled threads of time...

How long can a whisper persist before silence wields its final coup?