Enter the domain where shadows loom with intangible claws,
And whispers reverberate through the marrow of bone.
In these vacated passages, the marbled echoes
Tell tales of unsung hymns and bygone flickers of light.
An unseen choir harmonizes in this endless vault,
Their phantasmic voices—a tethered romance to silence.
Listen closely as the distant footfalls
Create a symphony of melancholy, a tribute to absence.
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