The ethereal corridor stretches, drawn out infinities, each tile beneath echoing the hallowed whispers of time itself. Here, luminescent whispers wane and wax as the heart's rhythm guides footsteps across iridescent stones that sing the musings of forgotten skies.
Touch not the walls, where captured rainbows weep into poignant fragile stains amongst the tapestries woven from star-seed thoughts. They breathe only within the light's tender embrace, murmuring cryptic elegies as one's shadow dances in playful rebellion, released from all tethering mandates of reality.
Beyond this maze vapor-gathered, takes heed the unsung ballads of roaming echoes ensnared, mystical calligraphy unanswered, yearning for harmonies beyond the shroud stolen by auguries misted in heavenly masquerades. Shall you not bow to their soft call, unseen yet weaving through the unyielding membrane of every sequestered beam?