The Echoes of the Hidden Caverns

    Shadow intertwines with form, as whispers of forgotten giants weave
    through the passages of silence... a rustling, a breath, the world 
    sighing through fissures deep. Words without language, thoughts without 
    bounds, drifting from the ethereal brink.... catch the remembrance 
    of stars in the chasm's cold embrace.

    Did you hear the cathedral bells amid the darkness? 

    They're calling out to spectres, their anthems of a thousand veils
    sinking into molasses thick and gloaming like futures separated by 
    minutes, vast as eternities, vanishing pixels...

    Another step, the reverberation falters - echo behind echo
    caught beneath ancient ceilings, volcano eruptions hypothetical yet too-sure. 
    Are they real or mirage carved out by pain's anesthetic whisper, that damp resolve?

    Wander. The abyss hollows in any direction.

    Did you find the maps shaped from labyrinth limits? Views distorted
    by a feeling of limbs belonging somewhere disconnected.
        
    And then the universe obeys, unfolds. 
    But not without consequence, each obedience another bead lost
    from the thread, undeserving unbending arcs weaving past.

    Come, linger... where contact meets departure. The locus shifting 
    from hollow to echo fragile as sea-foam.

    Dare another path?
    Monologue of the depths
    Null horizon, sans whisper