The light, a mere whispering ghost, dances across the walls seasoned by time's last breath. Each step you take is a delicate communion with the echoes of forgotten tales; tales woven in the fissured night as stars plead with the dawn. Here, in this sacred seam of the hallway, outlines of worlds untouched flitter just beyond grasp—a dream woven soundlessly into the morass of twilight.
Can you hear the resonances of paths untraveled, lurking in the shadows?
The archways, monumental in their dilapidation, weep softly as their stories linger just out of song’s reach. Their secrets flutter like moths with gossamer wings—stories hidden among the rafters like pieces of divinity caught mid-flight.