In the shadowy corridors of the heart, where sunlight fears to tread, voices linger, sweet and sorrowful. A serenade of memories play, notes wrapped in the fog of time. "Amelia," he called, but the name dissolved into the ether, as if to say "she is a dream, forever beyond reach."
Along these spectral paths, once brushed by rose petals and whispers of longing, the walls speak in sighs. Lovers etched their names upon the wood, yet only the wind knows the stories of their embraces. The echoes remain, a silent witness, a ghostly audience forever enchanted. Fading Lights await those who dare tread lightly.
The candle flickers, the shadows dance, and for a brief moment, the world holds its breath. "I wait," she whispers, her voice a silk thread weaving through the night. The stars, distant and indifferent, blink with ancient wisdom. Perhaps they know of the love that once burned bright in the secret corners of this place.
When the clock strikes, the echo returns: a melody of time itself, a gentle reminder of the ballerina that pirouetted across hollow dreams. Will you join her in the waltz of the forgotten? Or will you turn away, a stranger to your own shadows? Unseen Paths lie before you.