The echoes wander through the halls like a forgotten symphony, a dissonance of soft cries tinged with despair.
Once, the laughter lingered, but all that now remains is the parting breath of each shadowed footfall. Drifting, drifting.
In corners where light hesitates to reach, the silence is profound, yet laden with weighty stories untold; each creak of the floorboards a reminder of solitude.
Breathe. Listen. Do you feel it? The past murmurs in languages forgotten, echoing truths we dare not unearth.
What dreams curve in the dark? Have the lost taken root in the fabric of these walls, woven tighter with every tear?
What lies beyond? A labyrinth, or perhaps a mirror reflecting your unspoken fears.