The walls whisper tales of untold months laid bare in stone.

Another echo, another hall: listen...

An echo caught within silence, restrained without touch, ever circling.

Moved by unseen winds: a tale undone, a shadow nameless.

Drifting Papers chase reflections of themselves.

These observing stars bear witness to forgotten whispers.

Do these halls end?

The answer is woven in their echoes, transient, lingering just beyond reach.