In the Heart of the Untouched
Whispers echo through the untouched halls,
fragments of a forgotten melody,
untouched by the passage of time.
Shadows linger, skirting the periphery
of vision, of breath, of certainty;
a bone-chill codex inked in silence.
What specter guides the heart
with its fearsome intuition,
sculpting sinews from the dust
of long-vanished voices?
Each step a ripple across stillness,
every gaze a brush upon the void's canvas.
The untouched whispers - a narrative
of echoes yet untold.
The Boundaries of Sound