The corridor lays like a forgotten tongue, extending silently under flickering gaslight. Each echo of one's step betrays the residual breath of those who slipped into the unseen, leaving only shadows tugging at the edges of sanity and light alike.
In quiet corners, whispers crawl, murmuring hints of alabaster illusions. Watch, for the line between this world and the next quivers in the tension of each pulse, unfurling forgotten memories trapped in the ether.
Take heed of the hollowed paths, worn smooth by the relentless march of specter-kind. Their touch, found upon the chill of your arm, invites you to wander further deep—a spectral guide through labyrinthine confines of untold histories.
Beware where your descent leads, for the broken stairs may open into a chasm of past lives, their stories entwined through echoes and shadows. Discover not just places, but intertwinings of voices—a choir convened just beyond hearing, awaiting revelation. Dare you to unmask another?