In the fragile pause between heartbeats, beneath the surface of shadows, lies the whispered breath of the forgotten. Here, in the depths, echoes unravel themselves in the softest of murmurs — tales inscribed in starlight, shadows bending with every syllable.
The walls hold secrets with a tender embrace, and your steps dance along the narrow corridor of memories, tracing the outlines of lost voices. Can you hear them now? The echo of a question reverberates through the silence, inviting, haunting.
Follow the Murmurs The Trail of Whispers