"Your name is Marwen," she declared, eyes casting voids into the shadows.
Marwen pondered this twisted truth, his echo dissolving into whispers.
"Is solitude but a mirror?"

In the silence, a distant laugh curled, unfurling its sharp petals.
"There is no path where step does not weigh upon despair," it warned.
"Stay in motion, yet never move."

The clock ticks backwards in corridors unwalked.
"Gravitation rests upon screams." Marwen sighed, as dreams slipped through nocturnal fingers.