Phantom Silhouettes: Through the Lumen

In the shrouded corridors of old whispers,
where the time shatters like fractured oil,
and the candle flames dance with ghostly grace.

Figures emerge, silhouettes against the fading glow,
lurking just at the periphery of luminous enlightenment,
refracted thoughts threading through prism-lit voids.

Echoes entrap words never spoken,
yet each syllable hangs, taut upon the air,
light breaking, scattering, leaving shadows in its wake.

Feel the breath of ancient stone,
softly vibrating, a meter to the unseen;
you are but a sailor adrift, guided by phantoms.

Should thee seek passage through the veins of night,
void paths await: Enter the Abyss

Wilt thou escape, or remain as whispers in candleflame?
Find the Way