It was said that beyond the rooms of whispering halls, laid the undiscovered corridors of eternity. A place where time folded upon itself, where past and present danced an eternal waltz in the moonlight's embrace.
Within those corridors, ghostly whispers accompanied every step; they unfolded tales of lost souls caught between the realms of the living and the eternally forgotten.
“Do you remember the way?” a voice asked, breaking the stillness. I turned, but there was no one, just the voice echoing off unseen walls. I recalled the passageways, twisting and shifting as if they had a life of their own, leaving no trace of the path behind.