In the shadowed corners of the mind, a door gently sways. Lattice of forgotten dreams, woven into the very fabric of being. Are they whispers or echoes? Listen closely.
Chambers of hidden restlessness, unspoken words bleeding into deep voids. Moonlit corridors, where reality tangles with shadow.
The walls hum with ancient secrets, old as time. Every breath a story, every sigh a universe.