In the silence, they gather, unbidden, like shadows on the edge of fading light. I am here, drifting through the hallways of what once was, or what could have been— familiar yet distant, like a half-remembered dream.
The walls speak in echoes, murmuring secrets of past lives woven into their very fabric. Each step I take reverberates in the hollow spaces, stirring memories of a warmth long lost. I search for faces that have blurred into the mist, leaving only silhouettes in my mind.
Time bends here, stretching into an infinity of moments suspended between breaths. I pause, listening to the silence, a tapestry of whispered hopes and forgotten sorrows, unraveling before me in the dim light of the setting sun.