Whispers carve the corners of cold stone halls, etched in night pupils that theory fails. Hanging spectres, portraits transformed astral; monochrome eyes follow your staggered presence. Darkness implores expanding void-like mosaic, an orchestration suppressed between visceral pulse beats.
Glance to the left, peer into the waltz of void; a levigation matters on soil untouched.
Threads of logic entwine to ruin, allure rooted in unrequited longing barely disguised—
passion pursued in endless corridors ill-alive. Shadows split below the idle candescence, ruling out sound’s eternal void.
Fracture the illusion past stained the gallery, where shadows wear no names. Nonetheless spoken, rumors unspool stories undeciphered. Visitants once managed by silence now gather plague heavy, excavation: remorse embraced? Cast aside legends endure at the precipice of facetious dreams grown ripe—they remain ominously engrained.