The corridor stretches before you, a tapestry woven of mist and shadow. You know not where it leads, nor where you have come from. The walls, adorned with ages of dust, murmur secrets in a tongue long forgotten.
Among the whispers, you hear lyrics of haunting lullabies sung by voices not of this world. They twist around you, wrapping you in their ethereal embrace:
Here, the doors stand guardian to mysteries unknown. What lies behind? What waits beyond?
Choose your passage, if you dare: