Minutes turn to hours in the solemn embrace of stone. The corridor stretches endlessly, a labyrinth of silence where echoes dance. Here, in the heart of the forgotten library, dust wraps around every corner like a protective shroud.
Thud... thud... thud... You are not alone in the hall, yet the source remains elusive, just beyond the periphery.
The key lies hidden between pages worn by time, in the ink of secrets untold. Somewhere in the voided whispers, there's a voice that once breathed life into the midnight song of ink and parchment. But the truth is inscribed in silence, sheltered by the crypt’s cold touch.
Enter the Chamber of Echoes