Beyond the echoes of whispering walls, there's a journey carved in whispers—a tapestry woven from forgotten sighs of yesterday's dreams. Paths where shadows breathe softly with half-remembered lullabies. Moments linger, fleeting as mouse whispers upon midnight's velvet breath.
The clock's hands slip through the fingers of time, searching for unspoken truths hidden deep within labyrinthine folds. Centuries wash over them. Only the stars blink, cast upon the tapestry of night where memories dance in solitude—unseen, yet achingly familiar like the touch of a lost phantasm.
Pillars of night remain enshrined in the city's breath, where wind tells secrets only skyward dreams can comprehend. Silent lullabies, sung to the cavernous darkness, awaken silent longings that weave through the heart like threads of void and starshine. There are no footsteps echoing here—only shadows carrying whispers of paths yet untraveled.
Lost Dances | Echoed Murmurs