The whispering echoes of forgotten corridors, interminable in their viridescent glow. Silence speaks here, breaking only for the rustle of dreams eroded by time.
Fragmentary words loosely connect—an enigma wrapped in wonder.
Continuation is but a juxtaposition of choice; here lies uncertainty merged with darkness, paths bifurcate with no destination in sight.
Observe the symmetry; it hides asymmetry, concealing answers in plain view.
Velvet corridors tremble beneath a thousand questions, while shadows play in the peripheral undefined.
Intersections become intersections again—labyrinthine, they spiral beyond recognition, where signs speak in tongues unknown and thrill is proximity to absence.