Hidden hums reveal
layers of silence,
each whisper
a distant echo
in forgotten halls.

Traced footsteps,
a fleeting presence
walks alongside
the observer.

Shadows dance
softly
on the edges—
moments captured
in transient light.

Emptiness speaks,
not in words,
but in pauses.

Time stretches,
a thin veil
over the known,
a tapestry
of bygone
whispers.

Continue the journey:
echo/pattern reverberations whispering/lights