Infinite Corridors

In the depths of a minimalist realm, two figures stand alone, Adrift in a sea of white, their silhouettes overthrown. The mirrored floor, a reflective canvas, stretches far and wide, A perfect echo of their solitude, side by side. The architecture, a maze of serene and endless halls, Guides the gaze through a labyrinth of quiet walls. Each step, a journey inward, through the corridors of the mind, Where the self is lost, and found, in the infinite design. Their reflections below, a symmetry so divine, A dance of light and shadow, a harmony so fine. In this world of stark simplicity, they find their peaceful nest, A sanctuary of contemplation, where the soul finds rest. In the stillness, they converse, their voices unheard, A dialogue of glances, a language of the heart, unspoken, unheard. Their presence, a whisper, in the vast and empty space, A moment's pause, in the infinite, a fleeting, sacred grace.