In shadows where light dares not linger, restless murmurings echo, taunting the souls that wander. These glimpses are like whispers of forgotten dreams, caressing the edges of memory, forever lost beneath the surface of reality.
A fleeting breath of laughter rings out, punctuated by cries that reverberate -- a ballad of solace tainted by aged sorrow. Here, the corridors of time blur; existence intertwined with despair, creating an eternity of silence alongside the cacophony of untold tales.
I roam, through the catacombs of yester nightmares, searching for the tapestry woven by fading minds. Where ghosts of the past scar the present -- amusing shadows dance to the rhythm of my solitude.