The scribe's hands trembled, shadows danced on parchment illuminated by flickering candle. Words faded, but meaning lingered. Another memory.
In the hushed corridors, whispers of forgotten secrets haunt the space. A creak, a sigh, a forgotten name. Listen closely.
The void, a blank slate, absorbs the echoes of histories untold. Emptiness; a canvas for the soul. The emptiness speaks.