Who could count the shattered whispers of yesterday? They skitter along invisible paths, under moonlit truths and sun draped fabrications. Hold them dear, for they are the life's rustling symphony, a tapestry woven of echoed exuberance.
In this enchanted place, energy surmounts the mundane! Can you hear it? The cacophony of forgotten laughter entrenched in the cobblestones, radiating warmth as the sun's embrace once did. Rhythmic shadows pirouette across the once-vibrant halls, mirroring the joyous dance of yore.
Distorted figures manifest as we bravely traverse, but who are we to shy from the flickering? They reach out, caressing our minds' corners with loose ends of time ensnared in gentle, reverberating cries.