Whispers of Corners

In corners where the shadows speak, whispers of forgotten places trace the edges of what could have been. The walls hum the songs of time, written in the dusty tomes of a library never entered. Glimmers of silence dance, awaiting the pulse of footsteps in the corridors that twist like aged narratives.

Listen closely, and the universe unfolds its secret equations, scribbled in the ink of twilight dreams. Each whisper a note, a fragment, a memory of starlit gatherings long since passed. Feel the murmurs cascade, like a river winding through stories untold.