The clock formations whispered
of a forgotten tomorrow,
yet a stranger with cold lies
smiled gently in colorless corridors.

"But whispered, they pondered:"
said one, softly. Amidst the turbulence,
their shadows dreamed halfway,
lost in misconceptions, soon lost again.

A moth, perhaps
finds solace in circuitry's hum.
"Why light up the forgotten doorways?"
the other murmured, unnoticed.

Awaiting answers while listening,
to constellations dancing across
carpeted hallways shrouded, unattained stars.
"Should they even dare to reach?"
came a distant reply.