Misty Promise

In the shadowed depths of grandiosity, an opulent silence reigns. Halls echoing, dimming gas lamps flicker their last, casting spectral shadows that hint at murmurs lost in time.

What does the whisper carry, on breaths of musk and mold? Promises nestled within alembic glass, their mists quicksilver, forever eluding measuring tongues.

Listen, my dear wanderer. We've but mirrors for companions, clad in mold and dust—Reflecting not faces, but rather this:
Eternity's stealthy grin.