In the waning light, shadows whisper secrets
of realms untouched by time's relentless grasp.
Each cobblestone, a story etched in silent echoes,
murmurs of a world cloaked in twilight.
Etched upon the mist, the ciphers linger—
cryptic runes of a bygone whisper,
an elegy sung by the cold breath of night.
Wanderer, do you dare decipher these shadows?
Forgotten corridors, lined with memories,
their walls bleed the hues of dusk.
Echoes call from invisible doorways,
labyrinthine paths of ancient dust.
Shadows breathe,
a dance of time unspun, unraveling threads of what once was.
Beneath the tapestry of stars,
lies the key to the realms of silence:
meet the phantoms of your own creation
through the gateway of whispers.