You ever sit by yourself, wrapped in shadows, feeling the world hum beneath your feet?
I’ve spent countless hours in this endless hallway, echoes bouncing off walls only I seem to know.
Sometimes I hear whispers,
other times just my own footsteps tapping out a secret code on a forgotten floor.
Beneath the surface, the resonance of past lives thrums through my veins.
Out there, in the corridors of time, you might find these whispers too: Whispering Corners
or perhaps the Unseen Paths, where echoes reveal more than they conceal.