The Cipher of Shadows

In the dim-lit corners of my mind, where whispers become shadows,
there lies a code, a cipher woven from the threads of whispered dreams.
Silent screams echo through the corridors of forgotten thoughts,
their meanings obscured in the darkness, waiting to be unraveled.

What is the language of shadows? What secrets do they guard?
Do they speak of dawns that never rose, or paths that turned away from light?
I listen closely, but all I hear is the rustle of fate's indifferent hands,
writing and erasing destinies on the tablet of the night.

And yet, within this spectral silence, lies a fragment of truth
A moment, a breath, a flicker of existence—alive in its quiet despair.
Can you find it? Can you decipher the cipher of shadows?

Touch it with your thoughts, the echoes will guide you:
the whispers, though silent, are never gone.