In the broken silence,
a whisper lingers.
Unsung tales unravel,
draped in the forgotten dusk.
We crawl through corridors
lined with ephemeral shadows,
tracing footsteps
in abandoned memories.
Time spills gently,
an echo of solitude.
Grains of silent noise
slip between our fingers.
The stars, our silent witnesses,
twinkle in the echoes
of yesterday's dreams.