Shadows whisper in a language ancient and unclear, begging, taunting. The stones beneath your feet vibrate with a sound that is never spoken, only felt, like the lingering essence of forgotten storms.
In this hall, silence is not empty—it is full of desires unmet and fears unexplored. Steps resist gravity, lingering echoes shaping futures that are asleep yet aware.
Wander deeper, wander further. The walls expand, contracts, weaving truths into stories unheard. Catch a whisper, turn it intangible, then forget.