Within the corridors of muted echoes,
the silence screams, yet no sound escapes.
Shadows entwine in a waltz of forgotten whispers,
tracing arcs of what was never spoken.
In the heart of the labyrinth, she dwells;
a specter of unuttered prayers,
floating through realms of untold dreams.
Listen to the silence, it breathes like a storm,
weaving tapestries of hidden truths
in the fabric of your thought.
The echoes remember, even when you do not.