In this vast hall, silence lingers like a warm embrace. The walls, once kissed by laughter, now reverberate with whispered dreams. Shadows play, keeping company with the faint memory of warm light.
Your footsteps echo as if calling for someone whose name remains unspoken on your lips, yet profoundly felt in silence. They dance around you, the echoes, with every poignant step.
Time slips here, like grains of sand flowing through an hourglass, each grain a memory.
Will you stay and watch, or will you wander deeper into the tapestry of these echoes? Perhaps find a path lined with rainbows?