Once, in a forgotten corner, a door creaked open, revealing a room drowned in dusk.
The smell of old books, fragile and feathery, danced with the longing moans of the wind.
An echo whispered your name, but it wasn't you.
In dreams, they say the walls bleed with untold stories—fearful and fierce.
There, shadows break into fragments, yet whole, and watch with hollow eyes.
Would you dare listen to the tales they spill on the floor?
Enter another echo | Visions of SilenceAmong whispers, a clock ticks backward—a beast's heart, predator and prey.
The dust knows secrets, ages old, that time failed to mask.
Stand still now, and let your fears unfold, reveal what once was.
Silent Echoes | Unknown Whispers