Listen closely—there is a whisper behind the wall, a hint of the forgotten. The rhythm of time loops through these empty rooms, tracing the patterns of unspoken truths. You walk in shadows cast by the light of a waxing moon, where every step is met with a soft note of past reveries.
What say you to the echoing silence? A voice answers, though not your own, and like the shimmer of an ethereal veil, it intertwines with your thoughts. Follow the whisper or reflect within.
The walls hold stories untold, and as you touch them, they vibrate with an energy, a resonance that feels both ancient and immediate. In this feedback loop, every murmur finds a mirror, every thought finds a shadow. Seek the truth hidden in echoes, for they speak of beginnings and endings intertwined, like the serpents of ancient lore.