The Dark Echo

Midnight corridors whisper secrets, secrets of those who wander the hollowed abysses, their cries untouched by dawn's first light.

Shadows dance to a song unheard, lurking beneath the marble columns that cling to memories long departed. Enter at your own peril.

Flickering candles cast silhouettes of bygone specters, recounting tales of woe spun from silken thread and ghostly tears. Listen.

The clock chimes, each sound a heartbeat in the void, calling forth the ancient ones who slumber in the deep. Restless souls roam freely, guided by an echo in their boundless search. Follow their path.