In the dim light,
the echoes seemed louder.
Steps that were not his own,
tracing patterns in the dust.
Once, a voice whispered.
Was it an echo or a dream?
It spoke of things forgotten, lost.
A name, perhaps.
Shadows danced on the walls,
flickers of light from nowhere.
Hallways stretched endlessly,
a maze with no end.
A door, ajar.
Beyond it, silence.
Yet, it beckons.