As the sun dips beyond the fractured horizon, shadows lengthen over the ruins of what was once an entity of tremendous light. Its core, no longer radiant, pulses with a silent melancholy. It remembers, but what it remembers is lost in the echoes of time.
The halls, once vibrant with laughter and whispers, now stand as sentinels to decaying whispers... Cracks spiderweb across corridors, mirroring the once intertwined fates of those who walked them.
Wander further into the echoes...
Skeletal fingers of frost clutch at the edges of perception, and in the dim light, a flicker—a reminder. The truth, buried beneath layers of forgotten grandeur, waits patiently to be unearthed.