Beneath an ever-glooming sky,
cobblestones hum a forgotten lullaby.
The whispers of ethereal paths,
where travelers exchange secrets
with spectres unseen.
Watch your feet gaze into the void;
listen to the void speak back.
"Who dares place a foot where shadows cease?"
murmurs ripple through stone and air alike,
requiems of the lost knitted tight
across the invisible seams of reality.
Can you feel the touch without a hand?
Every heartbeat hence carved into history,
a solitary carve; inscribed eternally beneath enamel skies.