Hall of Shadows

"Within the entrance hall, where light dares not linger, the shadowed lullabies sing to those unacquainted with waking dreams."

"Listen to the echoes drifting; a skein of whispering night-roses unraveling interminable meanings woven in sighs. These ancient halls hold tenderness in blackened pauses."

"There's a room where lost feet wander barefoot on forgotten melodies; the submerged warm hand of an unseen caretaker guides their wanderlust in intentional circles."

Soundless shapes within these shadows chorus the refrain over and again, a melody of the dark, like summer rain across a skin hitherto unnamed. Can you trace its origin? Its tail pulls into the distance where all resignation becomes endless exhale.