"In the dawn of whispered secrets, when shadows danced across the gilded halls, I spoke to the silence that embraced my solitude..."
echo Aria, breathless in the dim light.
"The clocks in the corner never ticked away the days, only the moments, precious and eternal, lost within these walls of stone and memory..."
intoned the nameless sage, seated upon his forgotten throne.
"See how the rain washed away our footprints, but the echoes remain, persistently scribing our tales into the very fabric of night..."
murmured the old fisherman, his words drifting like leaves upon a river's whisper.
"Once, there was a laughter that filled these corridors, bright and haunting; we were the ghosts of our future selves, searching for a truth we dared not face..."
claimed the girl in the tattered lace gown, her vintage voice like velvet against a vinyl hum.