Each step, measured; an echo, unclaimed. As you venture through corridors forlorn, absorb what whispers impart.
Syllables, they build structures indiscernible, bricks of the unseen archway. First lesson: a sound does not ask permission to leave the lips.
Second instruction: in silence, carve your anticipation, let it hold weight as heavy as your footsteps.
Ceaseless, the walls keep record of heedless whispers engraved in transient air; in emptiness, the profound syllables await reclamation.
Trace farther Deeper shadows