Relic Breeze
The room stands, an untouched vessel in time.
Dust motes dance languidly in beams of sepia light,
while ancient whispers coil and unravel,
strewn like threads across a forgotten loom.
Through cracked windows, a breeze stirs
the dusty veil, breathing life into silence,
a voice from shadows past, tender yet unyielding,
sharing secrets of relics bound in slumber.