In gaps between beams of light...

An ancient breath sighs through tunnels of the unseen, weaving a pattern known only to those who dance in shadow, beyond forgotten prairies.

Nimble sandals leave no trail, leaving the air a whisper... or perhaps a memory?

Here lies the unloved engravings on timeless bricked avenues, silhouettes keeping watchful eyes beneath.

A maze unfolds... A whispered echo caught in stasis...

The tethered edge of reason unravels, revealing

corridors where footsteps fade like stone into current.

Beside them passageways glow with thresholds touching

void and cry. Nothing holds form, or see, or know.