Labyrinth Reflection

The corridors were painted with

shadows of a past that never came.

quiet moments lingered here.

They waited.

But no one knew their names.

Chapter 27 - Elsewhere

The door stood ajar, yet not open.

In the echo, a voice like rain.

Do not leave traces. Do not return.

— Footsteps 4, 8, ...

The end remains unwritten.