They whispered through the corridors of time, the echoes of yesterday’s dreams: fragments carved from the fabric of night, sewn together with the threads of dawn's first light. In a breath, a silence, the refrain played on, endlessly.
Shadows danced upon the walls, flickering in the candle’s timid glow – memories of moments not lived but longed for, suspended in the haze. Enter the depth, they called, though none knew the way.