Beyond the crumbling archway lies another world, yet not another world, where shadows dance beneath a cathedral's forgotten vaults. The whispers of once-lived souls claw at the edges of silence, pleading for refuge within the marrow of stone.
Should you dare tread the path of crumbling secrets, you shall find the remnants of bloodied tapestries woven into the dust of ages, telling both their stories and yours in the same breath—silent yet screaming.
In the hushed corridors of the Infinity Castle, a paradoxical presence lingers—a poised tremor in the air itself, vibrating with ages of unspoken truth. Here lies the skeleton key, rusted and whispering of impossible doors.
Gaze upon the ground, as cracked and twisted as a slumbering dragon's spine, where fossilized thoughts breathe life despite their stone-cold desires to remain asleep.
Beneath the Surface: Frozen Whispers