Decrepit, dusty place.
Cobwebs spun, stick to my skin.
Memories flutter in the breeze.
A hush, a whisper, a slight remembrance.
Scuttle, scurry of hidden creatures.
Rot, musk, forgetfulness, lost.
Watchful blind, golden light.
A wish, a dream, packed away.
Stolen thoughts, worn out floorboards.
A silent flutter, crystals in the air.
Voices silenced, frozen smiles.
Creaking door, final farewell.
And the magic once more is lost.
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