"tHe sun never rose in —— hollow glade
whispers threaded through misty groves,
an unseen hand lingered among the tattered woods.
nothing but shadows and glitched memories remaining.

bodiless voices inside crumbling frames,
... *fleeting*... *shifting*..
the candelabrum flickers— 1, 0, 1, 1... corrupt data
digits aligned, yet... misaligned. did you see it? no...
a whisper, a curse, a fading scream.

the clock strikes... 12? or was it 7?
echoes repeating, denying reality;
within these walls, a tale hushed away
cobwebs weaving over unreachable words
interlaced fables... shifting tales.