In the heart of corridors unseen,
beyond where silence holds its breath,
whispers turn to echoes,
cloaked in the dusk-lit dance of shadows.
As the clock ticks in reverse,
find the key in the locked embrace of time:
D2, F#4, A—none shall pass but through the sound.
Wander, seeker, where the lanterns sigh.
In this labyrinth of memories,
where each whisper tells a story of ages past,
pathways stretch into infinity,
like dreams that know no dawn.