In the stillness of forgotten paths,

the whispers of phantoms linger,

traces of a breath, a sigh, now lost,

echoing against the hollow void.

Walk where shadows no longer dance,

find the trails of footsteps unseen,

carved in mist, in fleeting light,

that vanish with the dawn's embrace.

In chambers deep, silent and vast,

the echoes whisper stories untold,

of journeys taken, of paths astray,

in the heart of the endless maze.