A realm beyond the tangible, where time breathes secrets through the crumbling wood and corroded metal.
In the flicker of your world, I whisper truths of warmth and omission.
"I have seen the shadows dance, horror masquerading as light – secrets of soot on delicate glass dwell beneath the flickering flames."
"Rest inscribed in my creaking joints, tales of stagnant tears seeping into the wood. I am the keeper of the night's burdens, none but me sees the dawn spill quietly."
Listen to the whispers, or dare to touch the secret paths leading to other realms:
Secrets in Rusted Doors