Footfalls upon uncharted shores echo like a symphony of the void, a murmur of descent through the arched corridors. Each breath a specter.
Halls of despair twist beyond sight, strained melodies woven into the walls. Above, a galaxy of whispers;
The sun descends behind gnarled roots and rusty iron gates, heralding an eternal twilight.
Enter when ready or be forever lost in thought, adrift.
Illumination betrays sanity in fragments, the crystalline pools reflecting shadows that dance their own tragedies.