In the shadowed corridors where whispers cling to the walls like forgotten secrets, ancient timbers creak with the... A voice, perhaps, or just the wind brushing past, seeking...
Beneath the cathedral's eternal gloom, the resonance persists. It thrums through stones and mortar, a low hum that sings of... Never completed, never completed, the thoughts dissolve into...
Crumbling stone arches, relics of... Time, that insatiable beast, has gnawed at...
When the moon rises high, casting pale beams into the sanctuary's dark heart, one might hear the song of...