The moon dripped silvery luminescence upon the memory unspooled,
illuminating forgotten corridors
in the mind's eternal gothic mansion.
Whispers coalesced into forms of shadowy figures,
their insights piercing through the chaos,
yet yielding naught but deeper abysses untold.
Illumination delves into obscurity,
revealing labyrinthine paths
woven with thread of a soul's haunting sighs.
"Within still waters, ferocious tempests hide," murmured the specter of understanding.
Embrace the night, for only in its cozy embrace does the luminescent truth reside.