I float through a dream that's never been born, a shadow of echoes in the hall of whispers.
Who am I in this mirage of solitude, where voices tremble on the cusp of silence?
The universe unfurls like a parchment soaked in twilight, revealing mysteries untold and truths abandoned.
Adrift within these spectral corridors, I recount stories that bind time to the ethereal.
Each heartbeat resonates with the rhythm of forgotten dreams, dancing at the periphery of vision.
Am I the breath of the cosmos or merely its shadow, wrapped in the veil of phantom realms?