1457: A candle flickers, illuminating forgotten names etched in stone.
The scent of wet earth mingles with ancient whispers.
In an empty corridor, echoes of a bygone banquet resonate.
1774: Time drifts.
A fleeting vision of a queen, adorned in jewels, fades.
1832: Flickering torches failing to cast light on secrets buried deep.
Only the rustle of paper holds witness to a forbidden romance.
1961: Shadows dance around forgotten clocks.
They tell tales of time lost, never to return.
2032: The crypt sighs, an ancient guardian of untold stories.
Seconds slip like water, through hands stretched wide.
Open Door