We stand at the mouth of the cave,
where echoes weave tapestries of shadows,
whispers dripping like honey off the tongue
of ancient stones.
Step inside if you dare,
for the walls remember the things we forget.
Portal to the Past waits in silence;
its breath a chilling caress.
Shadows stretch, laughing silently,
as intuition becomes a fearsome guide,
guiding you through the labyrinth
of unspoken words and forgotten dreams.