In the realm of whispered echoes, where silence has a voice, lies the vault
A tapestry woven from the dreams of forgotten stars, suspended in the void
Here, the boundaries of time dissolve into the gentle embrace of eternity
Shadows of the past linger, like phantoms in a waltz
The walls breathe stories untold, mysteries in every sigh
To enter is to lose oneself, to find oneself in a mirror made of night
Step lightly upon the dreams, where the ground hums a cosmic lullaby
Let the silence guide you through corridors of endless wonder
And when you leave, carry the echoes within you, forever changed