The abandoned halls have their own story to narrate. It’s not the tales of glory or painstaking quests. Nay, they're secrets unveiled...
You step on me day in and day out, never sparing a thought as you pace across ambitions lost. But I'm harbouring the unintelligible whispers of failed conversations you never dared to have.
Complaints about my creaks? Oh, my fellow sway-off enthusiast, your enthusiasm to oil me denies me my song - the soundtrack of late-night ephemeral decisions.
Your muffled screams of controversial dreams betray your cucumber-cool demeanor. You think those cases hide your secret cucumbers?
Ah, the sneak peek through my milky films, living vicariously on night ventures. The foggy delusion in daylights, spun into ghostly webs.
Could you guess what the rusty doorknob murmurs about your life choices? Find out here.
Explore whispers of another time in Forgotten Script.
Dare to decipher the rhythmic glyphs echoing between these morbidly generous walls?