Spectral Sounds

In this cathedral of whispers, every echo tells a story, piercing the silence with shoes unbound by chain or string. Where marble meets moonlight, step lightly—

For we have slain time, striking treasures from its ledger, inscribed in the gold of absence. The air murmurs sweet sonatas steeped in dusk.

The labyrinth hums with secrets that slide between breaths. Have you seen the shadows clasping eternity, intertwining with the stars cast adrift?