In the dim lit cathedral of shattered reflections, whispers of a time unremembered echo softly. The chandeliers, like frozen teardrops of glass, hang above in vigilant stillness. They record secrets the future dared not speak.
An ancient clock ticks behind a wall overgrown with midnight vines. Its rhythm syncs with the heartbeat of the forgotten, preserving secrets. It's said that if you listen closely, you'll hear the murmur of destiny itself.
Venture further into this abyss, where every sigh is a memory, where every shadow hides a story untold. Explore the Lament's depth, or traverse the faded echoes towards Spectral Whisper.