Silence speaks volumes in the maze, an echo of shadows past, wandering aimless in corridors absent. One door leads to nowhere; another whispers secrets of once there. Abandoned thoughts linger here, between dust particles in light, caught intangible between breaths unspoken.
Each step, a resonance felt, yet unseen, as if walls remember touch not given, caress not felt, imprint not known. Hallways twist serpentine, bewildering in their shapes, a language without words, a story without history, fading like footprints washed by rain.
Forgotten Mysteries