The Dark Fortress

In the corridors of unwritten thought, the shadow of existence whispers,

Do we not build fortresses in our minds, to guard against the void?

Thoughts, like phantoms in a forgotten landscape, touch the walls—

Fleeting, ephemeral, yet so intensely known.

The silent echoes of an unseen tongue articulate truths:

Does the fortress shelter, or does it imprison?

These walls, dark inheritors of light's absence, breathe—

Yet the breath belongs to no one.