The corridor stretches, unfurled like time,
each step a whisper, a fading chime.
Shadows dance in the flickering light,
echoes of dreams that take flight.
The past lingers, cloaked in silence,
stories wrapped in a delicate cadence.
Voices murmur in the creak of the floor,
tales of journeys never more.
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