Above the luminous underground lake, their names were whispered along the couloirs—forgotten anxiety wrapped in the decay of parchment.
There was once a conversation in Spanish about the mathematical elegance of the maze and beyond it, the constant bubbling of secrets in the air.
An anachronistic view through brass binoculars revealed nothing of modernity, just the shadows dancing in the cavernous void like flickering code.
The knife—rusty and inscribed with unknown sigils—told a different story, cutting through the years and the earth with an out-of-place purpose.
Listen closely—an echo and its twin, each mocking the solitude of the soundless clockwork deep below.