"...once the lantern flickered thrice, her silhouette danced on shadows undone."
"But, what if the rain speaks in riddles we dare not decipher?"
"In a realm where dreams weave matter, voices heard only once become the song of stars."
Wondering eyes glimpse a future unwritten:
Exit This Corridor or
Pry The Curtains
"Her laughter was a mist curling around the lamp, drawing constellations in the unknown."