The refrigerator hums a forgotten tune. You know it well—its song lingers in the back of your mind, like an echo of a dream you can't recall. What does it mean? You ask, but it doesn't answer.
Walking through the fog, you hear a voice, soft as a breeze. "Trust the shadows," it whispers, "for they know the path you cannot see." Your feet move, guided by an unseen force.
An old clock ticks backwards in a dusty room. Time unwinds itself in strange ways here. You feel the years reversing, reversing, until you are ageless, and everything is possible again.
At the edge of the forest, there stands a sign that reads "The Unknown Awaits." You stop, contemplating the allure of mystery. A pull deeper into the woods beckons, but the decision is yours to make.