In the corridors of absence, footsteps echo
with the whispers of futures untold,
guiding seekers through spectral hallways
where emotions cling like mist to forgotten dreams.
Here, gravity wells of the heart
draw in the fragments of slumbering truths,
ensnaring memories in their embrace,
caught between the silences of yesterday
and the unspoken tomorrows.
Navigate these realms, lost traveler,
for each pulse carries a key
to open doors that are but shadows
on the mind's landscape, fading
yet lingering with the scent of starlit whispers.
Follow the alignments of your soul,
echoes they reverberate
and reflect the light of unseen constellations.
In the silence, find your way
through the veil of existence.
The compass within knows
what the heart has lost: Lost is found.