Can you hear them? The creaking doorways of what once was, where fleeting moments seem to stretch into eternity.
Silhouettes dance upon the walls—wrapped in whispers, wrapped in
echoes—they see you but don't know you. Do they see you even now?
We spiral here, spiraling into nothingness, where walls of forgotten significance murmur truths unsaid,
beneath the tapestry of violet-smeared dusk. Shadows breathe.
They breathe life into nothing, and thus nothing is
alive, or is it? Perhaps a flicker in the corner of your eye.
Once, we knocked on the door to endlessness, a resonant echo stretching endlessly back through
corridors we forgot, maps that never were, drawn by shadows' touch.
Come with me, wander the spaces between breaths—the echoes begin to whisper your name.