Systems of the Echo
The rhythmic beats of forgotten footsteps resound in this labyrinth.
Shadows flicker along the horizon of these empty caverns, where unseen winds caress the walls—an unending whisper. Every step forward, a solitary echo, reminds us of the specters' dance, here one moment, gone the next.
The echoes linger, like memories, suspended in time, refracting through unseen corridors where light dares not enter.
In the distance, an old machine hums with a voice only the silence understands.