"Solitude reveals the weight of yesterday, where forgotten whispers find their light in shadowed echoes."
Rusty veins twist along the mossy skin,
Silent tales whisper where shadows begin.
Fluorescent flickers dance on floors unkempt,
The echoes of history lay where time has leapt.
A heavy gate stands, a guardian of woe,
Concealing echoes of what we do not know.
In this corridor's breath, memories entwine,
A ghostly embrace in the dimmest design.