Recessed Shadows

A whisper cascades through unseen corridors, amidst the shades that linger just beyond perception: left, right, straight unsure of their truths, ambiguous pathways invoking forgotten echoes. Shadows settle, embracing moments left unwitnessed as time's maze unfolds. Fragmented thoughts run. Pause. They race past walls shadowed by hints of light, phantasms entwining. An eternal cycle of entrances and exits, waltzing under vaulted whispers tapering into recesses unseen.

Another intersection, impasse, illusion of choice. A soft hum vibrates through corridors caused by endless branching narratives unexplored yet unavoidable. Imagine if the walls could talk, tell tales of those who tread lightly, footprints ghostly impressions mingling with fading eternity's scent. The shadows fear nothing, not even the loss of their own form—one could ask if they ever were, or only were meant to seem. Loop, unravel, spiral back.