The air is thick with unspoken promises. As if the very walls vibrate with the weight of what was not said... corridors stretching into impossibility, lined with shadows of hollow voices,
whispering, humming the forgotten songs. You pause, wondering—was it left or right that led to something more? or perhaps nothing at all. These paths, carved by ancient footsteps, leading nowhere in particular...
In the corner of your vision flashes the sigil—an emblem of something vast and intangible. Do you remember the first time you saw it flicker? Seeking answers where there's only silence now,
tick-tock echoing that melody buried in your mind, yet unfinished
always unfinished, like so many thoughts left hanging in the air... The shadows stretch and shift...