Footsteps ripple like whispers...
Shadows linger, tracing sentiments
that time cannot erase. In an open door,
questions float like dust in the sun.
Here, a tapestry woven of sound—
echoes, transformed into silent conversations.
Beyond, a corridor stretches itself
endlessly, its surface a mirror
of thoughts unspoken. At its edge,
a statue stands watch, dreaming
aspirations of a past
intertwined with forgotten futures.
Grains of history slip through fingers,
each moment crystallizing into memories—
collective murmurs captured
in phantom gleams of light.
Here lies a narrative,
existing beyond mere recollection.
Explore the tales further:
Whispering Paths,
Fragmented Symphonies