In layers as undulating as the dreams of the night, a whisper traverses. It mirrors, refracts, and bounces against forgotten walls whispering histories untold. The chamber opens, widening like a gaping mouth, echoing laughter of unseen presences.
Remember — the knowledge within: Dark is the void that envelops, waits in anticipation, Arching tentacles of sound caress the silken silence. Breaths soften, silence hardening like wax on brittle night.