In the corridors of the echoing soul,
Where whispers converge in a dance of shadows,
The path unfolds, woven with strands of forgotten dreams.
Steps softly resonate, a muted symphony.
They spoke in riddles,
tracing lines on the parchment of stars,
The ink bled into the folds of night,
marking critical junctures on paths less traveled.
Do you remember...
Along the labyrinthine walls,
Moss grows over time's tender touch,
Guarding secrets in its green embrace.
The air hums with silent stories.
A lantern flickers,
casting silhouettes of memories danced,
The reverberations of untold journeys,
intricately etched into the stone of being.
We are shadows...
The critical paths diverge,
A fork in the whispered future,
One path leads to the ocean of eternity,
Where echoes become stars.