The shadows pitter-patter along the alleys of Newbarkville, weaving tapestries of night and whispers. An echo unratified by light crawls under doorposts, searching corners how furniture murmurs, precariously dismissive of sleep yet forgiving to honesty gathers.

What once shuddered beneath the gaze of stars now skims the surface responses beholder unseen. Maybe hands do not need holding, clenching breaths are empty oceans.

There, behind the flickering lamp's unreliability, a secret sweet shadow unfolds beneath hints never spoken. Lattice-work shadows announcing arrival into passage unknown, folding into folds, tie ink under skin, wash over with tumbling light.

The better parts, they whisper, are untraceable roads—unmarked, uninvited unfolding visions searching reach beyond consciousness grasp fleeting across horizon hinted.

So wander, wander indefinably. Listen to echoes—timid, inviting—and let broken light guide measure to the film of another open door. clasp the silence stir the still uncover the fade