In the twilight corridors, where shadows breathe softly
whispers dance on the edge of memory,
weaving through ancient stones that sigh in secrets.
Each word carries the weight of worlds unseen,
fragile yet profound, echoing through time's labyrinth.
Do you dare to listen?
To tread paths worn by echoes of those who spoke,
and spoke again, until silence learned to listen?
In this place, illumination wavers like a distant star,
flickering between dreams and what is real.
The whispered contours of forgotten realms
offer solace amidst the clamor,
a retreat into the self where illusions
weave their delicate truth.
Here, in the crypts, we find ourselves unbound,
free to wander the enigma of our own visions.