As you stand before this piece, you feel the air thins. Listen closely, whispers like scattered leaves tell stories untold. Navigate carefully, for even the walls appear to lean in, listening, watching...
Enter the ShadowsThese cryptic channels weave moments into shadows. Are those your footsteps echoing through time? Or perhaps an observer whose eyes never blink? Trust no reflection, only the witness of the unseen knows the truth.
Trace the OriginThe reverberations linger, fading before you can grasp their weight. Each layer is a secret, each echo a moment of paranoia. Step lightly, lest you disturb a sleeping truth best left alone.
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