In the silence, a note is brushed against the fabric of the void. Letters fall like rain in an untraceable pattern, guiding names that echo too muted to hear. An empty corridor stands witness to past pilgrimages, holding secrets it cannot reveal.
Seek the question scrawled beneath tempest-tossed breaths. This room knows of no walls, no boundaries. Delve deeper, reverberations guided by dusk shadows. When sunlit truths lie hidden, the knife edge of tomorrow looms close.
Turn your ear to listen to the spaces between, where truths whisper a forgotten chant. Anchor your soul to the unseen and let liminal waves carry you beyond the pale.