In the realm of the unseen, where twilight weaves its tapestry, a voice murmurs in the silence. The mirrors, though absent, hold their secrets tight, and through them, the shadows play. Shadows of shadows, reflections of reflections.

Do you hear the hymn of the forgotten? The symphony of specters that dance in the corridors of memory, where light is but a lingered dream and the darkness knows no end. Their symphony is a whisper, a touch on the skin of time.

Journey beyond the echo and into the void. Gently, gently, let the silence embrace you.