Forgotten Corners

The room was never meant to be found, buried beneath layers of silence and peeling paint. Shadows stretch like whispers refusing daylight's embrace.

Distant radio songs, reported missing last year, echo fragments of conversations that never ended. Did someone carve out the silence, did it pour like molasses?

Here lies the catalogue of dreams for apparitions, incomplete and needing signatures: the gaslight's gentle flicker like a baker's fading warmth. It's at the lighthouse—can't you tell?

Hidden Passages
Faint Poltergeist
Rooms With No Doors
Melancholy:Image Room