The glass weeps softly, kissing secrets into the air.
I whisper names, stolen from the dusk,
lost forever in reflection.

Elusive shadows, passing through
a vortex only seen from the corner of our eye.
They linger in whispers, tales untold:
"Choose not the light, but the shroud of night."

Did you hear the echo of her steps through corridors abandoned?

dare not to tread | awakened silences | murmur of shadows