Shadows breathe softly in these halls untouched by time. Dreams linger, unraveling in the soft dusk. A lullaby of whispers, statically intertwined, weaves a tapestry of echoes — memories of what was, morphing into what might never be. Listen closely, and hear the forgotten songs of the ancients.
Murmurs of an old existence wrap around like a gentle fog, obscuring the edges of understanding. Here, in the stillness, the sighs of forgotten voices blend with the soft hum of ages past, creating a harmony of silence. The air thickens with the weight of unsaid words, their presence heavy but strangely comforting.
Corridors of Time Whispers in the Void Ephemeral Dreams