The walls breathe with memories unsaid, where echoes shiver like a distant heartbeat. Every sound woven into the fabric of emptiness, a place where silence has its own voice, telling stories of what is never spoken.
Once upon a vibration, a glimmer of whispers passed through the unknown corridors—"listen, listen," they sang, but to what? The soul's quest for resonance among the remainders of sound. Perhaps the whisper of an unwritten dream, an unfinished thought.