void echoes, reverberating, a stillness that speaks louder
wandering, no direction, just whispers in the fabric
shadowed corridors, where light hesitates, stuttered breaths
our paths crossed only
to diverge, unnoticed footsteps
blinking stars weave amongst pixels
forgotten echoes wait like silhouetted spectres
does emptiness have a taste,
the bitterness of absence,
or the sweetness of silence?.