Whispers curl around the corners of perception, echoing in frequencies unknown, vibrating on the skin like summer cicadas hidden within leaves, caught between the enchanting luminous whispers of dusk fading to night. Step, the floorboards creak as if sharing secrets among themselves—uncertain pauses punctuate their tales while forgotten faces flicker within the recesses internalized by walls that breathe deeply echoing stories untold, forever untold, here, in a celestial dawn fading before touch, before realization.
Lanterns swing, casting light in fleeting sporadic chaos, revealing fleeting glimpses of stories untangled and murmuring softly amidst the corners. Five statues, guardians; marble shrouded in a patina of enigma. Their eyes follow paths unscripted; paths spiraling into the ether of yesteryears and unknown tomorrows. The hallway stretches without end, walls narrating a harmony of silence punctured by murmurs that occupy spaces shared only with the forgotten, only with the incarnate shadows of dreams once had.