Shhh... can you hear it? The voices in the stone tunnels sing sweet songs, but beware, some melodies were never meant for ears like ours.
One October twilight, while exploring the damp paths beneath the old oak tree, I stumbled upon whispers bouncing between walls, lingering longer than shadows.
There's a tune that twirls around my dreams. Tighter and tighter, it winds, till I hear footfalls echoing in clockwork rhythm. Time isn't a friend down there, it holds hands with silence.
The walls have stories, much older than the stars above. Embrace the wonders but tread softly. Echoes have a way of keeping their secrets from eager hearts.
Follow the whispers...