Here lies the corridor of eternal night, walls curve into one another, a fold in space— erasing memories written upon stone, ink of history smudged by ghostly hands.
Once, there was light. Stories said it crawled like a million stars just out of reach. Do you remember how it felt to watch those stories flicker in the distance? It never matters... the unwavering pulse of celestial bodies murmuring forgotten names.
Scraps of epics linger here, shadows of heroes we've never heard of, names etched upon bas-reliefs—only to be shattered as the past bleaches away.