In this realm where clocks have unwound, the murmur of time's relentless march has faded into an echo. Echoes of laughter mingled with the chilling winds whisper through the broken corridors of this gothic cathedral. Shadows dance with disquieting grace across crumbled stone, casting a pallid glow upon the unwary.
Once, within these walls, a clock struck with fervor, each chime a beacon of mirth. Now, silence reigns, save for the whispers of forgotten dreams. The panels of your gaze flicker like the ghosts that haunt this space, capturing the fleeting remnants of a time that is no more.
"The clocks have unwound," she said, her voice a haunting melody. "And we are left to wander the labyrinth of moments lost."
Unearth the echoes through these passages: