In the dim light of forgotten halls, shadows whisper secrets...
Ghostly figures flicker in the periphery, disappearing as you turn. Their tales are woven into the fabric of these corridors, endless in their embrace.
One must tread lightly, for the path is treacherous. A door here, a turn there—each decision a fork in a road leading to nowhere.
whispers from voids unspoken...
Do you dare to cross the threshold into the unknown? Where time is but a fleeting memory, and moments linger like ghosts.