Within the walls of the unsung corridors, where whispers weave through stone and dust, lies a tapestry woven from shadows.
Threads of velvet night and whispers of forgotten voices, intertwined in eternal silence, tell a tale never spoken.
The loom stands still, guarded by the slumbering spirits of yore,
while the fabric tells stories painted with invisible ink.
"Do you hear the echoes, the spectral sighs of ancient dreams?"