whispers in the dim light, a chill creeping beneath the skin, thoughts that leap from shadow to shadow, the breath of forgotten dreams caught in the web of time. do you hear them, the voices in the walls, soft as spider silk, weaving tales of what was never said, in the spaces between moments, where heartbeats echo like distant drums? travel deeper into the shadows whispered secrets in the crack of dawn, an echo of laughter from an unseen past, the pulse of life beneath the stones -- alive, waiting. dreams intertwine with reality, forming a tapestry of night and day, each thread a memory, a wish, a sigh. the dark speaks in tongues pause between words, where the world holds its breath, a fleeting moment of clarity before the storm breaks. do you dare to listen, to really listen, as the shadows unfurl their stories and you become one with the whispers?