In the heart of this hollowed remain, untouched by daylight's reach, where whispers dare to play, there echoes a love once woven in silk and moonlight. Words spoken soft as the velvet breeze, now linger like ghosts in the silence of stone. The chamber breathes, a rhythm pulsing with the lovestruck verse it holds dear—an endless lullaby crafted from longing and tender hope.
Should you dare, press the echo to life:
Turn Towards the Glimmer Journey Deeper