Wandering echoes in cobblestone alleys, beneath the shadows of ashen moonlight. You feel the brush of forgotten whispers, slipping through the cracks of time. Device engaged, but the signals are murky, tangled in a web of déjà vu.
Once, in a parallel dance, you tread this path. The air thick with an eerie familiarity, as if the gravestones themselves remember the cadence of your steps. Linger by the rusting gates and let the wind speak.
Amongst the ruins, the walls call your name—etched in a language long forgotten. A symphony of shadows plays, haunting, aching, beautiful. You pause. The notes, a requiem for dreams untold.
Find your way through the hidden passages or trace your steps back to the haunted mansion.