In the whispering halls of memory's embrace,
a specter's journey entangles with time's fleeting breath.
Each reflection a tapestry woven with silent echoes,
shimmering in the dim glow of forgotten stories.
Through corridors of stillness, it wanders,
where the steps of history met the sands of oblivion.
The shadows cloak its path, yet light dances
around the edges, a momentary glimmer of life.
Voices of the past ail around, a symphony subdued,
where ancient secrets weave through each spectral sigh.
It listens to the echoes, sculpted by time's gentle hands,
carving paths unknown to the living heart.
Echoes, reflections, stories untold,
specters of the journey unfold.