Enter the corridor where truth is fractured, reflected in myriad panes. Beyond glass lies stories untold, concealed within the folds of an unseen veil. The mirrors whisper secrets of yesteryears; tales of unsung gods and forgotten empires etched in stone.
An ephemeral dance of glyphs on walls of time, mysteries projected as fleeting shadows.
Every step, an archaism resurfaces, spilling onto the floor, a sylph in golden sands, sigils glowing in iris fog.
Echoes of a decree, written not for eyes, but for imaginations yearning in obscurity.