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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.
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