Whispers.
In corridors long forgotten.
Voices echo where the shadows dwell.
Eraser in the hand of time.
Shadows grow from moments
Not lived.
Do you recall?
I walk, but the ground recedes.
The sky holds no stars.
Is this the compass of memory?
Whispers.
In corridors long forgotten.
Voices echo where the shadows dwell.
Eraser in the hand of time.
Shadows grow from moments
Not lived.
Do you recall?
I walk, but the ground recedes.
The sky holds no stars.
Is this the compass of memory?