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?