The song whispered through the funhouse halls, its notes curling like mist, elusive and teasing. It promised secrets wrapped in enigmas, unheard by all but those with restless shadows.
A mirror maze unfolded before the eyes, each reflection a half-remembered visage of forgotten selves. The melody danced over glassy surfaces, a soft requiem for the unvoiced truths of the night.
"They sing not to be heard," a voice murmured, echoing from nowhere. "They sing to shatter silence, to ignite the clandestine fires in the hearts of those who wander."
Beyond the mirrors, corridors spiraled into uncharted darkness, where each footstep resonated like a heartbeat of a sleeping giant. The song's cadence quickened, an invitation to the bravest of souls.
Turn left to Broken Lantern, shine right at Ocean Whisper.