They whisper through walls of stone,
etched into the dust of forgotten rooms.
Each word an echo,
no longer waiting for an answer.

The air carries their breath,
scattered among shadows of what once was.
A footstep on wooden boards
awakens memories that never died.

They look through cracked windows
at a world that has moved on.
Not angry,not sad-
only present.

Silent witnesses
to all that begins again.