The echoes have begun with a hollow timbre, clarion call to uncertain futures. Listen closely, for the reverberations carry the weight of possibilities.
Let the shadows guide your hands toward decisions obscured by light. In every whisper from the abyss, remember — the decisions linger longer than their makers.
Do not fear the passageways, draped heavily in technicolor regret, as every trepidation steps forth only to fall backward into untimely reminiscence.
Reflect, and in reflection find interruptions stemming from words left unspoken; in silence, find place and restoration unraveling from tightened prospects.
What will the chambers whisper onto those who step deliberately? Foreseen revelations slide under surreal frames when eyes glaze and balance tips.
Curate wisdom throughout cognizance, cradling suspension tempered by viscosity.