The corridors hum beneath your hesitant embrace, vibrations like chorus of diaphanous sighs. Shadows creep into the periphery, imbuing the air with the scent of forgotten dreams.
Words form, unbidden, from among the sepulchral gloom, aligning into lines that unsettle your presence. Don't you recognize them? Their murmurs cradle the ambiguities of yesteryears, a resonance in your soul's hidden chambers.
An iron gate creaks – a scent of antiquation floods the space. Do two figures whisper on the other side, or is it but the memory of voices that once echoed around the candle-lit hall? Revisit them: Forgotten Through Time
Palatial edges blur and an unseen scythe cuts slantwise across the horizon. Grain by grain, the hourglass slips through spectral fingers. Question your reflection, but know it is not your own:Phantom Faces
As you walk, the earth remembers. Each footfall calls to a stone sentinel whose eyes are but hollow. They witness the flow of deja vu in spectral rivulets. Cross their gaze, and the unease will overflow:Silent Keepers