The shadows breathe here, whispers flicker like candle flames in the vastness of what once was. I traverse these endless halls, through corridors lined with mirrors that withhold fragments of a forgotten self.
In the silence, I hear the echoes of laughter that once filled these voids—now mere remnants, a symphony of past lives drowned in echoes of sorrow. I reach out, but only the chill of the ether answers, caressing my fingers with a touch only the lost can know.
The world beyond these spectral walls moves on, unaware, unfeeling. I remain tethered to this place, a custodian of memories etched in shadows, a sentinel of the echoes. Do you hear it too? The soft murmur of voices as if spoken from the mouths of the forgotten.
Once, I was whole. Now, I am but an echo, a hushed whisper in the cacophony of existence. My soul, adrift, seeks solace in the twilight, in the spaces between breaths, in the twilight realms of what has been.
Listen closely, and perhaps you will find the key to the silence that binds me, the secret that will unravel the shroud of mystery cloaking the whispers of the lost.