In the labyrinthine halls of the unheard, lies a whisper, shimmering against the dusk.
The moon's forgotten song trickles through the cracks, a lullaby for the lost hours.
Step carefully through the corridors lined with dreams not yet unraveled. Each shadow holds a story untold. Embrace the riddles of time, where days blend into the silk of night.
The clock ticks silently, its hands tracing messages on walls drenched in starlight. The floors sing of wandering souls, seekers of the grains that time has scattered.
Remember Scotland's whispers, the sledgehammers of fate that shape destinies beneath the surface of an endless ocean.
Let the echoes guide your steps: