Whispers bounce in the infinite expanse, a dance of silence repeating endlessly. Each syllable, a tremor in the void, seeking the ears of absent beings.
The chamber resonates with the echoes of thought unvoiced, ideas suspended mid-air, awaiting their descent into the conscious realm. Will you find them?
Silently, they gather, forming constellations of forgotten dreams. Listen... listen... the walls speak softly, in tones barely perceived...
Turn to the end of the tunnel, where shadows weave stories, or step deeper into the abyss, where light dares not linger.