The echo of your footsteps creates a dissonant harmony, weaving through the skeletal remains of an old structure. Bright moonlight spills through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes that dance like stars in a night sky. You pause, leaning against what once might have been a grand railing, now gaunt and hollow, overlooking the void of a deserted hall.
The walls themselves seem to whisper stories you cannot hear. They wrap you in the silent embrace of untold tales, of voices long faded, lingering at the edges of memory. Outside, the world begins to merge with the constellations drawn on your eyelids.
"Can you see them?" A question echoes through the hallways, but you see no one. Just the corners of your mind illuminated by phantom lights. You take a step further, the ground creaking under the weight of unspoken dreams.
Walk the corridors of delusion or explore the whispered dreams.
As you traverse these familiar, yet alien pathways, you wonder at the narratives woven into stone and dust, the faint constellations of human presence lingering like a nebula, distant and beautiful...