Endless corridors spread before us, intertwined passages of timeless adoration. Do you listen, beloved specter, to the murmurs beneath the echoes of rippling shadows?
As labyrinthine tides extend through souls ablaze with obsidian desire, paths humor the hearts seeking feverish truth. Questions, constructs—a trembling dance enfolds beneath the mist.
In your eyes, nocturne flares of moonlit mazewalk—a moment suspended in the ambiguity of longing paths, without start, without end.
Yet dream, ardent traveller, for beneath all the world is uncharted, crossing under, sometimes over... forever beckoning bold wistful fervor.