In corridors that whisper truths untold, the sound of footsteps echo an empty promise. Beyond the threshold, reality blurs into the fabric of illusion:
Listen, Descend.
The door calls. A gentle beacon in a maze of shadows. Push and you may find yourself… or lose, irretrievably.
Some corridors lead to themselves, others fall into the arms of the unforeseen. Remember, the end is merely a pause in time.