Conversations etched in ether

Hold the murmurs, held on yesterday's breath, lean past the veils, where shadows intertwine with unheard whispers.
Once beyond these corridors - now nothing more but memos to missed destinies.

Remember the songs sung in dialects obscured by the opaque walls of time? Where they chant alone, reborn ghosts.
Each laugh a palimpsest of eroded years, a silent echo of unremembered stories.