Whisper from the silent void, voices halted without breath
The ancient staircase spirals downwards, the silent clock sleeps.
Between what you see and what disappears, there's the lingering touch of a moment never captured.
Rhythms unheard, yet dancing with the whispers of the forgotten.
Journey past the realm of the unseen
where shadows dare not tread Whisper Lane.
A quiet eclipse marks the absence of stars.