Hall of Shadows

Within every shadow lurks a whisper, a fragment of the echoing past, waiting for the seeker. In this ethereal maze, I wander, tracing the patterns of light that slip through the cracks. Am I the architect of this dream, or merely a traveler?

The hall stretches endlessly, each turn revealing a glimpse of what once was or what could never be. Here lies the reflection of my thoughts, dancing against the ephemeral walls. In the shadow's embrace, I ponder existence.

Does the past take refuge in these halls? Perhaps it seeks solace from the relentless march of time. Or maybe it is the future, hiding from the observant eyes of the present. Questions linger, half-formed and elusive.

I pause to listen, to the faint murmurs and forgotten dreams, echoing against the structured chaos of light and dark. There is significance in this dance, a hidden logic that transcends mere intention.

Step carefully, for the floor of this hall is treacherous with memories. Each step reverberates through the fabric of time, a reminder of journeys past and future paths unexplored. The echoes guide me, their voices both ancient and new.

I seek the answers buried in the shadow’s depths, finding refuge in the places where light fears to tread. Here, the contours of reality blur, offering a sanctuary for the mind’s wanderings.

Glimmer of Truth
Geometry of Dreams