The heart beats in syncopation with the unheard melody, a rhythm pulsing through the interstice of shadow and light. Whispers, those haunting echoes, cascade like a waterfall of abandoned dreams. What echoes here, resonant yet veiled?
Listen closely, the stairs creak with stories unwilling to die, phantom voices whispering confessions of the lost and forever seeking. A masquerade of footsteps sings an aria to the void, each note a step in a corridor where past and future collide.
Join the procession of invisible revelers as they dance through the forgotten halls. Will you keep up with the rhythm? Or will you lose yourself to the symphony of silence?