In the corridor, echoes of footsteps.
The wall whispers secrets untold:
"Turn here, and you will find what you seek..."
The path is unclear, obscured by shadows.
Fragments of a dream linger.
A door, ajar, reveals nothing, yet promises everything.
"Beyond lies the truth of what never was."
Only persistence reveals the unseen.
The clock ticks, but time is lost here.
Between the lines, whispers of hope.
"Find the key that opens nothingness."
Lost chapters, unwritten, remain unwritten.