Glimpses in shadow, whispers of yesteryears. Who crouches behind the veil unseen? The valley's silence swallows whispered fears, but the reflection... it knows.
Fingers trace spectral outlines, yet touch returns only chill. A panorama of secrets unfolds, curve by curve. In the recesses, flickers of once-known faces call forth without voices.
In the depths, Echoes of Ambiguity creep, and the Corridors of Fine Tremors unfold.
Consider, in another life, the origin where shadows gather, waiting.