In the hollow of the night, a question stirs,
murmurs lost in unfurling shadows,
where light and silence dance,
weaving tales of forgotten echoes.
Do the walls remember?
The whispered dreams?
Or are they just
breathless guardians of sound?
From corner to corner,
the air hums a lullaby
of unspoken truths and
fading illusions.
Listen, listen,
let the questions ripple,
until the universe answers back.
In this moment, we are all
the whispers and the wind.