The cavern hums with a solitude, profound yet comforting. Within its stony womb, an echo resounds, bouncing off the ancient ridges, tirelessly. What lies beneath the surface of this eternal gloom?
Lost pages from a tome forgotten, whisper secrets never meant for mortal souls to carry daylight. The shadows drink in knowledge, feast upon your fear, spinning webs of delicate, heavy velvet.
Phantom footsteps, restless; they resonate through cracked stone and dust-laden air. Gazing into their depths, you find a portal, whispering with promises echoed back by centuries.