In the silence of the room

In the silence of the room,  
shadows weave through fabric and memories.  
Draped in the weight of time and whispers.  
 
The dark trousseau is a tapestry of lives  
touched by the unseen,  
where the essence of yesterdays lingers softly.  
 
It is here that the heart finds its echoes,  
in the folds of a past that never fades.
 
It whispers secrets of forgotten promises  
and undying love, bathed in the cold glow of memory.  
 
Each piece, touched by the hands of fate,  
carries the weight of hopes that once danced in the dark.  
In this spectral illumination, the past breathes,  
and the trousseau becomes a testament  
to what lingers just beyond the veil of time.