In the beginning, it was just the sound of one step after another, traversing through corridors that seemed familiar yet ever-changing.
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Each footfall resonated, a solitary echo finding companionship in the next. You could imagine the travelers before you; their shadows brushed against the walls of memory, leaving hints in the form of dusty fingerprints on glass.
The hallways twisted and turned, reminiscent of the long-forgotten tales spun by those who walked these paths. Once vibrant with voices, now they lay silent, save for the occasional whisper of air slipping through unseen cracks.
In the distance, a door creaks—a sound that might have been imagined but nevertheless draws you nearer. What lies beyond the threshold? Another corridor promising solitude or the same story repeated in the echoes of time?
Such questions remain unanswered, as they often do in life, leaving a sense of wonder in their wake. To journey through these halls is to embrace the rhythm of footsteps—a reminder of the travelers that came before and those yet to follow.