╱╲ whispers
permeate the cracks
of existence. Silken
threads weave into
patterns of foregone
conclusions.

Ever-watchful eyes
in shadows cast by
doubt. Light
that fails to illuminate
yet reveals all.

Is it consent
or compulsion
that draws us
to this aberration?

"I see..."
- A stranger
yet familiar
echo encircles
the mind.

Fragments of clay
molded into stories,
secrets buried
beneath silence.

Wander the corridors,
linger where the air
quivers, forgotten
legacies remain.

Nothing said, everything understood.