You know how it is when the light starts to fade, and all you've got are shadows for company. It’s around that time you start hearing whispers, almost like the walls are sharing secrets. You lean in, curious, but hear nothing but your own shoes tapping on the cold ground.
Some say these echoes are stories waiting to be told. Others think they're just echoes of footsteps like yours, forever wandering in silence. But you, oh valiant reader stuck in this digital void, you know different. Don’t you?
Perhaps they are tales yet untold, or perhaps, you simply miss the sound of another's voice...
And so, we ask ourselves: what's more terrifying, the stories that come alive at the edge of light, or the comfort of believing they are just tricks of sound? Maybe it’s the same question you're asking now. Or maybe you've just lost your direction, and that’s perfectly alright.
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