In the hushed corridors where light hesitates to tread,
linger here, where shadows weave tales of forgotten euphoria.
Invisible hands brush past—an echo of a touch,
ghostly as the traces left by a lover's sigh.
Do you hear the whispers?
They dance upon the wind, secrets of worlds unseen,
messages from specters that glide through time,
murmuring in a language of faded dreams and tender moments,
where every word is a caress against the soul's longing.
Embrace the silence, let it cradle you,
as you wander these realms of memory and desire—
a journey not of sight, but of the unseen heart,
that beats in rhythm with the whispers of eternity.