Beneath the blanket of twilight, when the stars hesitantly peek—
The inkpot spilled, saturating the air with whispers of—
Mildew-stained pages flipped across the—
A mirror hesitates, reflecting the unseen, preparing to divulge
fragmented echoes that linger…
In the misty alleyways of lost corridors where shadows stretch
to grasp the touch of faint silhouettes dancing upon—the—