The mirror ripples
reflecting secrets untold
Echoes laugh in empty corridors
Amid warped reflections
Beyond the threshold lies an infinite expanse of whispers, swallowed by the ravenous gulfs of time. Each echo bends to the will of unwritten shadows, treading softly on the cobwebbed pathways of yesteryears.
The gates shudder as the clock strikes mythic hour, heralding the dawn that never quite arrives. What pass through are not travelers, but ghosts masquerading as ephemeral companions on this ghastly carnival ride.
Gladly, they grasp the hand of fate, stepping quietly into the unfathomable realm where silence sings and darkness reveals its shimmering symphony. Have you ever danced in the light of such absence?
The Whispers of Deltas Shrieking Shadows