"The tide carries memories,
but never rescues them," whispered the shadow on the left.
An echo answered, but it was not yours
"Where once stood pillars, now only fog & dreams," murmured an unseen guide.
Enter the sunken corridors
of words half-remembered,
the narrative begins on pages not yet turned.
"Watch the door as it swings,"
advised the voice from an era outside time.
What path would you follow, in the silence that resonates?