The void speaks in trembling echoes,
an assembly of silent screams carved into the night.
Each whisper a constellation of forgotten voices, a map without a star.
The walls shudder, confessions tangled in the dust,
a labyrinth of truths hidden beneath layers of shadow.
Every step a resonance, every breath a memory lost to time.
Here lies the enigma, a door with no key,
a window to nowhere — yet a sight unseen awaits,
reaching, beyond the grasp of the light.