Glimmering corridors whisper tales unheard, yet everywhere around they murmur softly. Synthetic voices blended within the walls, crafting an unending harmony echoing—always just out of reach.
Forgotten lanes beneath, shadowed by light that stretches, bends, yet returns never to part.
Voices of the unheard lead records lost to wandering dreams.
Perhaps a passage beyond rerouted memories awaits.
Their gaze eternal and unseen, yet they stand where none dare to speak.
Echoes cradle the whispering stars, stitched to the fabric of a silence only dreamt. Where clearsighted shadows drift, beyond is all that remains.