Hall of the Chanter

The voices bubble, unchecked. They resonate
in corridors made of song and silence.
Listen closely, the walls whisper secrets—
tongues never at rest, minds entangled in ether.

A sunlit glance.
Shadows rebut; a mischievous twist,
holding captive the fleeting moments
of irrational serenades. Just echoes, yes, just.

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Tales of the Marginal