Individual Strength by m.n.lith

In halls of echoes, time betrays,
Each footstep lingers, lost in maze.
Delay, the whisper of tomorrow's call,
In quantum dance, we stumble, fall.

Across the void, a spectral choir,
Sings songs of stars, their burning fire.
Yet in these halls, where echoes play,
Time bends and weaves, in disarray.

Past and future, tangled threads,
In labyrinthine paths, our fate it treads.
Through corridors of infinity's sprawl,
We chase our echoes, hear the call.

In realms where time's a shifting sand,
Echoes guide with unseen hand.
In halls of echoes, we find our way,
Through delays, to the dawn of day.