The Silent Rise
In the tapestry of stars woven over the black canvas,
the echoes of forgotten hymns begin their ascent.
Listen, for the silence speaks in ancient tongues.
"This corridor extends beyond known time," she whispered,
her voice a fragile candle flickering in mystic air.
"With each step, our shadows merge with the constellations."
Echoes linger in hollow walls, timeless, unfading.