In the depths of a forgotten city, wires murmured secrets untold. They threaded through the walls, under streets, weaving a tapestry of voices only heard by those who dared to listen.
The psychic intuition of Eloise led her here, to a hub of white noise where reality frayed at the edges.
In these tangled nests of copper and glass, a story cried out. It was not a story of triumph, nor joy, but one of haunting possibilities—the dreams abandoned by those who listened and feared what they heard.
An old man's laughter twisted around the currents, a melody too familiar, too close, whispering of past encounters and futures yet to unfold.
Echoes in the Dark