The whispers in the halls,
fragmented histories
wrapped in whispers,
caught between moments of silence.
An echo sculpted by time,
a murmur lost in eternity.

"Do you hear it?" a voice breaks the stillness.
Not an answer, but a reflection,
bouncing off the walls of your mind.

Once, there was a path
paved with unspoken words
now overgrown by the vines of forgetfulness.
Travel it, if you dare.
The shadows hold secrets
whispered to the night.