Silent screams echo in the dark corridors, invisible webs brushing against the skin of the lost. Shadows, as ancient as the walls they dwell within, stretch with tendrils of forgotten whispers.
There was a whimper, soft like the caress of midnight air, as promises entwined with shadows. Curious eyes glanced through the veils of eternal dusk, seeking the unseen. The hallways knew.
In the brittle skies, where stars revolve around their secrets, the echoes lament and laugh at the world they abandon. Eternity passes silently overhead.
An endless dusk cloaks the heart, where tales are but fading dreams carved into silence. Tread lightly, for the walls remember everything.
Beyond, the Abandoned Voices await their time.