Through the tangled vines of forsaken architectures, echoes dart like fleeting shadows. In the silence, whispers etch stories on the walls of forgotten chambers — tales of decay, of beauty that once was, now merely dust and reverie.
In moonlit corridors where the air thickens with the scent of ancient paper, their murmurs guide through rooms locked away by time. A door creaks open, a dream escapes — fragmented whispers linger in the room, waiting for some soul to recall their long-forgotten melodies.
There, beneath the peeling ceiling, their voices resonate, weaving a tapestry of shadows and light, of decay and rebirth. The walls sigh, the floors sigh — a requiem for what once thrived. Listen closely, for the air is alive with the words of the past, yearning to be spoken once more.
Venture deeper into the void: Silence Hallows | Embrace the shadows: Eternal Flicker