In the echo of silences spoken, A door of whispers, unseen, Opens to rooms without corners, A library of shadows, unbidden.
A spiral of links, beneath the surface, voices echo through the corridors of thought.
Beyond the blinds of reality, lies a veil lifted by the hands of those who dare.
Shadows dance, flicker, and fade, revealing secrets etched in moonlight.
A journey through the mind's canvas, Where walls are made of dreams and desires, Merging, bending, separating the known from the untold.