In the silence of the forgotten corridors, I wander, Lost between the whispers of what was, and what might have been. Each echo holds a fragment of my soul, Shattered upon the altar of time's relentless march.
Do shadows remember the light, Or do they find solace in their darkness, Embracing the absence that defines them?
There was a garden once, A sanctuary of vibrant colors and scents, Where laughter danced like fireflies in the dusk. Now, it lies in ruins, Overgrown with the weeds of solitude.
I speak to the ghosts that linger in these places, Their names forgotten, their faces blurred. They listen in silence, as I pour my heart into the void, Seeking solace in the shadowed echoes of their presence.
Paths diverge, intersect, and then part again. I am both the traveler and the destination, Searching for something that feels like home, Though I know not where it lies.
Will you join me in this echoing embrace, Trace the outlines of the stories lost to the shadows? Together, perhaps, we can unveil the tapestry woven by time And rediscover the silhouettes of our forgotten selves.
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