Репост из: Lichtheim: The Voices Left Behind.
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“YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO STUMBLE UPON THIS CORRIDOR.”
Yet, here you stand. The carpet whispers beneath your steps. The flickering lights above refuse to fade. A fragmented lullaby hums from a fractured speaker somewhere in the distance. Someone has been awaiting your arrival .... ? 👣 LICHTHEIM call those who recognize the quiet ache: the hush that follows a crowded room. The haunting familiarity of places never visited. The solace found only in being lost, TOGETHER.
“DO YOU BELONG AMONG US?”
We summon wandering souls born between:
1980—1999: FATHER—AUNTS—UNCLES.
2000—2010: SISTERS—BROTHERS.
Before you press your hand to the next doorknob,
take a glance at the TAKEN LIST of those already
in the room, we don’t want overlapping echoes.
𓆩𓁼𓆪. • . . ° 𓆩𓁼𓆪
°. •. ° 𓆩𓁼𓆪
I believed myself alone here, until the lights beckoned me to this passage. Hello, Lichtheim! My muse is (muse), and I was born in (year). If your halls still breathe room for one more, I wish to linger awhile.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSend your echo to @LichtheimRobot:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤif the hallway answers, you may enter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤRemember; the corridor is not endless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤDoors may seal. Yet this one remains ajar,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤbut only for a while. Lichtheim awaits.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO STUMBLE UPON THIS CORRIDOR.”
Yet, here you stand. The carpet whispers beneath your steps. The flickering lights above refuse to fade. A fragmented lullaby hums from a fractured speaker somewhere in the distance. Someone has been awaiting your arrival .... ? 👣 LICHTHEIM call those who recognize the quiet ache: the hush that follows a crowded room. The haunting familiarity of places never visited. The solace found only in being lost, TOGETHER.
“DO YOU BELONG AMONG US?”
We summon wandering souls born between:
1980—1999: FATHER—AUNTS—UNCLES.
2000—2010: SISTERS—BROTHERS.
Before you press your hand to the next doorknob,
take a glance at the TAKEN LIST of those already
in the room, we don’t want overlapping echoes.
𓆩𓁼𓆪. • . . ° 𓆩𓁼𓆪
°. •. ° 𓆩𓁼𓆪
I believed myself alone here, until the lights beckoned me to this passage. Hello, Lichtheim! My muse is (muse), and I was born in (year). If your halls still breathe room for one more, I wish to linger awhile.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSend your echo to @LichtheimRobot:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤif the hallway answers, you may enter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤRemember; the corridor is not endless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤDoors may seal. Yet this one remains ajar,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤbut only for a while. Lichtheim awaits.
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