In the dim confines,
whispers converge,
lost among shadows,
folding into silence.
The hollow hum of forgotten dreams,
reverberating through timorous alcoves.
Sanctuaries etched in gaps,
where light fears to tread.
Echoes find their companions
in the subtle caress
of cavernous spaces.
A delicate ballet of sound.
Indistinct echo of a past self,
dancing in ashen corners
where solace is scarce,
yet comfort lies cradled.