In the shadowed hallways of forgotten dreams, there lies a shell.
It breathes with tales of moonlit ships and drowned voices.
Listen closely, and hear the echoes writhe like serpents in the mist.
"Do you hear it?" she asked, her voice a mere shadow against the crashing waves.
Time shatters into glass fragments when the wind speaks.
Each grain of sand, a memory encased in glass.
Each crest of the wave, a word lost to oblivion.
The door creaked, revealing a corridor leading into darkness.\nPaths etched into the floor, leading nowhere and everywhere.
These echoes are not meant for gentle ears.
They thrive in solitude, amidst the cracks of reality.
A labyrinth of hollow sounds, an eternal waltz of shadows.