In the shadowed halls, whispers linger like the ghosts of unfulfilled myths, where the echo of laughter is a haunting refrain. Upon the balcony of despair, the arching phantom veil stretches — a tarnished rainbow over a land abandoned by light.
Beneath its spectral glow, the relics of twilight's masquerade dance: forgotten masks of bone, stained with the ink of centuries. Here, in the forgotten chambers, the clock's hands turn backward, marking the hours not of a day, but of an epoch lost to time.
Eternity Whispers...to those who dare to listen.
The Veil of Shadows...drawn ever tighter.
Passages Through the Ruins...lost pathways reborn.