I wander through endless corridors of memory, each step echoing in the vast emptiness that surrounds me. The walls, if they ever existed, have long since crumbled away, leaving behind a void that hums softly. In the distance, I glimpse flickers of light, but when I approach, I find only the warmth of nothingness greeting me, an old friend I cannot remember when I first met.
There was a time when the world felt solid, grounded in truth and familiar faces. Now, those truths slip away like sand through fingers, and faces fade into shadows, leaving a whisper of recognition that never quite forms into understanding. Sometimes, I think I hear laughter, but it is merely the wind teasing its secrets from hollow trees.
Is it desire that drags me forward? A longing for something I've lost, or perhaps never had? The echoes do not lie; they follow me relentlessly, reminding me of steps untaken, paths unchosen. And amid this symphony of silence, I find solace, knowing that nothing is expected of me, nothing to be achieved, and nothing left to lose.