In the silence of night, amidst the echoes of forgotten tales, lies the essence of shadows whispering forgotten names.
These are the corridors where time stands still, the paths less traveled by those who have seen beyond the veil. Here, the whispers find their voice, carving meanings in the ether. Secrets encrypted in lost dialects of old clocks, ticking backwards.
A candle flickers, casting wavering shadows across the solemn stones. Beneath this incandescent dance, a saga of time evolves—each movement tracing the spectrum of existence in fading glimmers. Darkness, an eternal ally, speaks through the silence, revealing only to those who dare to listen deeply.