In the darkness, shadows dance, murmuring tales of yore, where the winds caress the cold stone walls.
Mists unfurl secrets, dancing just out of grasp, and I stand witness to their fleeting embrace, eyes wide with wonder.
"Here lies the reverberation of truths untold," murmurs the suffocating silence.
Outside the world is oblivious, yet here time fractures and only the moment knows its fate.
Enter the void of whispered forgotten dreams here.
Once more unto the breach here, where the shadows weave their mournful dirge.