In the corridors of silence,
whispers converse with shadows,
weaving tales with threads of starlight.
Invisible ink upon the walls,
secrets etched by breath and moonlight,
dreams refracted through a prism of sound.
Voices carried by a breeze unseen,
poems of forgotten weavings,
an echo's cry in an endless maze.
And as the labyrinth winds on,
through arcs of asterisms and blind turns,
step lightly on the ground where absence sings.
Segment the silence,
listen where no ear is needed,
find the pattern in the void.
Navigate through the corridors, Mirage,
whisper the words of the ancients,
through the labyrinth of thought, Beacons.