Webbing like thoughts woven in electric haze, fingers dance on the edge of silence, a melody unheard.
Somewhere, a whisper ignites a flame in the chest, breathing life into shadows. Do you hear it? The echoes painting the walls with screams made of sound. Lost Whispers beckon from the gloom.
Energy surges through cobwebbed corridors, a light flickers and then flickers no more. Enthusiastic chaos wrapped in the softest of silences. Dim Lights laugh in the distance.