The nameless wander weeps, covered in the dust of ages past.
Crumbling sigils murmur beneath his touch,
laughing in forgotten tongues.
Flickering images, once vivid, now mere whispers in the gloom.
He stumbles upon a door
ajar, creaking against the void
Of an endless corridor.
"Voices?" she cries,
but there's only static,
a glitching hymn in a choir
of broken circuits.