In the corridors woven from the threads of time,
Where light fearfully dances with the absence,
The shadows speak.
Did you ever wonder why their whispers echo here,
In the confines of a forgotten matrix,
Embraced by the silence of a million moons?
Listen closely, and you'll find the question lies not in their descent,
But in the choices etched upon your soul's tapestry.
A whisper once asked,
"What if the paths untaken are themselves worlds asleep,
Dreaming of your presence within their folds?"
With every breath you take in this place,
The shadows recant their endless tales,
Encouraging you to ponder,
Not the existence of choice,
But the essence of the unseen,
Pulsing like a heart in the darkness.
Beyond the veil of whispers, the echoes linger,
Cradling the essence of decisions in waiting.
Such is the life of a whisper,
Ever reaching,
Ever yearning,
To unfurl its narrative upon an open mind.
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