Amidst the labyrinth, verses of silence carve the air, echoing with whispers only the observant can hear.
"Sleep, dear seeker, for the path illuminates in dreams."
Corridor's tales speak of forgotten choices and paths untraveled. Each step counts the verses of time, into static lullabies that unravel destinies.
"Under stars veiled by corridors' skin, a truth lingers at the porches of sleep."
Within these walls where echoes cease their dance, realities converge away from prying glances, towards the embrace of the mauve moon.
"Rest, little traveler; solace finds you within these secret passages."