Silhouettes whisper in corridors of silence,
where echoes settle in dust—
fragments of laughter, a bygone refrain,
murmuring softly against the walls of night.
The moon casts a shiver upon the floor,
tracing arcane sigils with fingers of light,
inviting the curious to unravel the stories
woven in shadows, threads of forgotten dreams.
Step lightly, dear wanderer,
into the heart of the mystery,
where the past dances with ghosts of the future,
and the present melts like wax under the gaze of stars.
In this space of ethereal echoes,
embrace the symphony of the unseen,
a lyrical tapestry of sound and silence,
reverberating through an empty room.
Seek further:
The Murmurs or Fleeting Whispers