In the realm where shadows weave, whispers held by spectral breath, caressing fears of night's embrace, echo in mazes without ends.
A murmured dirge, lost songs, steps upon the petal's edge, unraveling the labyrinth's silk, path untaken, corridors unseen.
Here lies the unsaid, within walls unseen, dreams etched in silence, a song to never be sung.
Navigate the whispers, through verdant void, in the twilight of thought, where echoes linger.
The heart beats on the fringe, of an unending journey, repeat, rewind, revel in the silence.
Hidden PathsThe fading light details edges, of stories half-told, of mazes where endings begin anew, and whispers carry into dawn.