The Ghost Steps

The streetlights hiss softly, a language only known to the shadows—

Between the silence, a fleeting whisper: "You're not alone," or was it.

Paws upon ashen sidewalks, tracing patterns lost in moonlit memory. You observe, you become, you release.

Your breath in their rhythm, synchronized pulses through the fabric of night.

Unexpected echoes, soft padding over cobblestones, mimicking your hidden thoughts.

Listen to the Hall Dare To Enter Beyond An Unnamed Nearby Place