at the convergence of forgotten dreams and lingering doubts there emerges a place
echoing the gravitas of unspoken confessions
where shadows perform a dance, tracing the lines of your silhouette
the ceiling arched high and grand, yet it's the weight of whispers that fills it
thoughts of yore, etched in the very fabric of the air, condense, expand
glistening like starlight, almost tangible
gravity wells adorned with fragments of dialogue
the hushed voices of a thousand souls mingling eternally
you're drawn in, floating amidst sighs and laughter, apologies and dreams
as waves caress the strands of your consciousness
you ponder, do they know?
this is where beginnings end, yet nothing truly ends
walk softly, as each step reverberates through the corridors of the cosmos
bearing witness
the portals yawn open, unseen forces beckon you forth
but tread carefully, for some whispers are louder than others