The crumbling stones whispered secrets as the moon's reflection laid bare the forgotten truths. In the darkest corners, where no foot dared tread, there lingered a whisper of light—an echo waiting for oblivion.
Rumors of the Cursed Illumination drift through the desolate halls, seeping through cracks like the breath of specters entwined with the winds of despair.
It was said that the light could reveal or consume, ensnaring the soul within gilded cages of memory. As the clock strikes midnight, the whisper deepens, summoning those who seek the Echo of Time.
The walls stand vigilant, guardians to a realm untouched by time. Amongst the ruins, a lone figure kneels, whispering prayers to a light unkind. Will you venture forth to heed the echo of dreams?