In the corridor of endless dusk,
reflections whisper in tongues not spoken,
weaving threads of forgotten silk
in the fabric of the moon's shadow.
Voices linger, dancing upon
the silver shards of yesteryears,
casting silhouettes upon walls
that breathe with ancient sighs.
The mirror spins, an orb of tales untold,
capturing not faces, but the essence
of moments that slip like sands
through the fingers of time's grip.
Step lightly upon the whispered lines,
for every step reveals a story
of silent screams and hidden dreams
in the labyrinth of forgotten shadows.
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