Labyrinth of Echoes
The walls whisper secrets of forgotten paths,
A phantom wanders, tracing patterns in dust with timeless feet –
Breath held, you listen –
Do you hear it too? The echo of a choice unwritten, circling back, circling back.
Corrugated corridors twist and tangle in directions not yet taken,
A question hangs unsaid; answers rest at the threshold of dreams. What do you seek?
Where shadows mingle with memories, should you dare to tread?
Imagine the soundscape: a chorus of silent echoes,
A specter in the mist, folding into the folds of your mind –
The path chooses us, we do not choose it.