In darkened corridors where echoing whispers entwine, the heart screams truths veiled by pallid adornments.
Will you strip the disguises? Are you weary of the sangfroid masks, long forgotten: Emblazoned smiles that conceal sorrow with sheer brilliance?
Each facet gnashes teeth of deception, dulcet lullabies entwined in madness. The gallery is lined with specters of the self wearing layers upon layers of idiosyncratic artifice.
You think too much; you forget the dreamer sleeps between the margins of words and peculiar starlit sighs.
A lonely soul shuffles through the twilight fog, cloaked in secrecy.
The whispers beckon, **Mnemosyne** turns from her tapestry, laughing.
Do they see themselves? Or lie ensnared, shadows casting wider nets?
Perhaps one throbbing pulse among many that yearns to be freed, stripped of worldly elegance—hauntingly naked and stunning in the unseen essence.