The echoes dwindle beneath the shroud. Unspoken, they rest.
Once, a voice sang in corridors, a lullaby in reverse.
The melody shattered upon waking, drifting like mist.
Tread lightly, where shadows hold their breath. Gaze into the hollow, and find solace in absence.
The cold embrace of silence, a tender song, yet forgotten.
Rest here, where words wither.