The manor stood in disarray, its halls once echoing vibrant laughter now echoed only the silent moans of an unseen sorrow. In shadows, secrets whispered... A sculptor's vision carved into decay, every room a cathedral unto rot, where dust danced like spectral figures under the moon's pallid glow. Step into the Oblivion

The garden, overgrown and wild, sang a symphony of thorns and tendrils—their embrace a soft yet unforgiving clutch. Here lay the memories... fractals of past pleasures blooming in echoes, kaleidoscopic and twisted into the melange of what once was. Listen to the Whisper

Beneath the earth, roots rattled against forgotten relics, vessels of time's cruel intention. Mirages bent reality... forming and reforming the shadows of those long gone, voyeurs in their own vanishing, specters in the cavern of life. Fragment of Time