In the heart of silence, there whispers a melody of shadows, a hymn ancient and elusive, echoing through the corridors of time.

The pattern formed is not of chance, but of whispers spoken in dreams, carved in the twilight's gentle breath.

Feel the ebony tendrils of night, lace through now known corridors endless and with gates ajar, open heart to endless peace ah, whispered today, longing silence found Unveiled Corridors.

Murmurs of gothic cantatas sung by stars no longer bright, set ablaze by archaic longing; speak to the marbled face found entwined in thistle silence eternal, a path woven through The Wandering Tapestry.

Let bitter gardens and crumbled stone sing melodies of abstraction as hues of meditation envelop the unyielding expanse, drown you in Mouse Hole Muse.

Do not fear the embrace of cosmic vacancy, for it is here you truly awaken, with silence as your only sonnet, boldly sheltered threads of night.