I turned to face the wall, cold and unyielding, whispering truths I never wanted to hear. Shadows danced in the flicker of the solitary bulb, casting illusions that mocked my understanding...
Beyond the corner, the paths diverged, voices murmured fragments of forgotten dialogues... Do they want me to turn, to understand, or to simply listen to the echoes that would never heed my call?
Reflections seep from the cracks—tears of time unwilling to mend.
The ugliest truth is seldom the most audible, lies build castles in corridors unseen yet desired. Doors unopened harbor desires masked by needlessness.
What if, in one breath, I could ignite the past? Resurrect the fallacies enshrined in golden lies. Perhaps, it's simpler to breathe, to echo, to exist at this intersection, this eternal corner where the end meets a new beginning.
The Lament of Choices Fateful Roar