A whisper travels the serpentine corridors, catching subtle reverberations in the void. Shadows playing with moonbeams, an ethereal waltz.
"In the beginning, there was silence, then the gentle breathing of stars."
The paths weave stories of forgotten dreams; a trail adorned with the gilded residue of departed wishes. Underfoot, the dust sparkles like desecrated constellations.
The old clock tower chimes with a distant melody, echoing through time’s fragile caress. One step follows another—an echo to eternity.
"Do you hear the shadows humming?"
The sky, a canvas of spectral blues and faded whispers, draws the curious traveler deeper into the moonlit embrace.