The deeper you tread, the harder it becomes to remember the world above. Shadows blend into whispers, each phrase more chilling than the last, spoken by carvings left unacknowledged by time itself.
Above all, the echoes of footsteps transform into a symphony only comprehensible to the stones. Listen, if you dare, for their secrets often reveal themselves in the dim flame of a flickering mind.
As we plunge further, you might hear the names of ancient souls, if only to realize they drift eternally here—free yet bound, yet unheard until the abyss finds reason anew.
Touch the circle, feel the reverberation through the stillness.