The symphonies of shadows are orchestrated by forgotten hands. In the vast caverns, where silence breathes life into the decaying echoes, the walls speak of adventurers long past, their secrets woven into the fabric of the stone.
Here, the familiar scents of ancient earth mingle with the tang of whispers. Voices, neither alien nor known, rise and fall like waves beneath the skin of this world.
Curiously, you reach out, only to find the reflections of your own touch tainted in hues of the unseen. A mirror made from the remnants of what you know and what you fear to remember.
What do you seek among the fractured melodies and echoed lament of existence? Each answer opens three new questions, spiraling into the abyss.
Above, a constellation of dancing shadows illuminates your path, casting silhouettes that mock the very idea of linear time.