In the solitude of the lightless corridors, whispers of the old world lingered. The light, a tremulous orb, flickered as if holding the last breaths of forgotten stars.
Shadows danced, weaving tales of distant suns that once kissed the skin of this place, now barren and cold.
Is there life beyond these crumbling walls? Or are the echoes merely reflections of a future that slipped through grasping hands?
Into the Whispering Woods Gaze into the Reflective Ruins