The corridor stretches infinitely, light flickering like the heartbeat of a patient in slumber. Each step reverberates off walls lined with shadows, stories trapped in the weave of cobwebs and dust.
You see them—phantoms of history, their forms barely clinging to the air. Voices tangled in whispers ripple through the ether. They beckon you, guides of forgotten realms.
Carved with motifs of spiraling mazes, the door stands slightly ajar. Beyond it lies an abyss of time, waiting for a single push to unleash its secrets unwritten. It's a door whispering tales of what was and what could be.
Open the Door to Curiosity