The Echoes of the Old Halls

Inside the walls, little secrets swim like fishes. Tickle, trickle, bubble.

Do you hear the song of the stones? They sing when nobody's watching.

Whispers in a child's ear, "Let's fly to the moon together."

The castle holds dreams, like treasures in dusty chests.

Skippity hop, echoes underfoot, giggles forgotten in the shadows.