In the hallowed echo, the wind murmurs tales unspoken, where shadows cradle memories of forgotten souls. Each sigh a forgotten verse bound in wisps of longing.
Through corridors that wail, nor whisper nor cry, a relic's gaze lingers, encased in shrouds of time. Eternity breathes a silent hitched yarn upon its frostbitten visage.
Here, the tapestry of existence, frayed at the seams, unfurls amongst the gnawn echoes of aeons dancing. A tapestry woven with specks of luminous dark.
Seek within the pages unturned, the shadows cast unfurl; luminescent shards await your tread.
From arch to arch, cry to cry; an eternal chorus rings, beckoning the fragile cohere into being—may the echo sage guide you."""