Echoes of Liminal Light
Along the long, silent halls they drift,
thoughts curling tight like thorned tendrils.
Calm resists.
Walls lean close, sighing with quiet cracks.
A tremor passes through you.
Whispers press in like tidewater.
Yet your roots hold in secret.
You break and the light drifts past,
soft and silent.
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