In the hush beneath the whispered archways, where waters chime like muted silver, a tale of echoes unfolds. Once an orchestra of light and shadow played here, in the bosom of the earth where no sun dared glance.
Here, the spirits conduct their silent symphonies, notes woven of time immeasurable, pulsing like the heartbeat of a forgotten lover. Each cavern breathes a verse, undulating deep within its timeless cadence.
Through corridors of ancient whisper, where the air is thick with the scent of passage untold, a lingering presence calls, yearning like the last note of an unheard requiem.