The echoes began before the light — a soft murmur against the current of darkness, like waves. Surging and retreating in a synchronistic dance. Moving through corridors lined with unknown minerals, glowing faintly as if the distant stars..
A figure stood at the mouth of this abyss, silhouetted against a backdrop of shimmering hues. They watched as the sea of colors ebbed and flowed, casting shadows that flickered like forgotten. It whispered secrets, or maybe it was only the wind.
Down the tunnel, voices called out, familiar yet drifting in and out like memories half-held. They spoke of lands unseen, of paths that crisscross beneath the surface where...