Shadows dance in the flicker of an unseen flame,
where walls breathe softly, murmuring forgotten tales.
Here lies the essence of void's embrace,
a labyrinth forged of whispers—silent yet resounding.
In the echo, search for the elusive form,
the singular piece that crafts another whole.
Yet, remember: each fit is merely transient,
a pause in the eternal flow of dissonance.