Beyond the tapestry of dawn
echoes inhabit the crevices,
where chandeliers dissolve into mist.
Follow the path littered with
the memories of memories—
shadows engendering
fleeting luminescence.
The eyes that pierce the placid waters
hold more than reflections.
A tapestry unwoven by the hands
of a clock that screams silently—
diverge, converge, whisper softly,
in the echoing halls devoid of breath.