In the ancient cathedral of dusk, the shadows play their eternal game. The air is thick with whispers, secrets locked in echoes of time. Here, in the hollows, lies a puzzle—a tapestry of specters woven into the very stones.
"A raven never caws twice for the same soul," they said, as winds howled through the decrepit arches.
The organ ceased its lament, leaving behind a silence deeper than the abyss. Among cobwebs and dust, fragments of a riddle await. Can you hear them, amidst the dreams of the void? Whisper the name of the eternal bird.
Venture onward through the shadowed corridors:
Do you hear the bells? The toll signifies your choice, your fate entwined with the silence.