The static crackled and murmured, telling stories of the past. Underneath the noise, there was a whisper, almost human, almost alive.
Listen closely, traveler, for the armor of whispers binds the treasures deep within stone. Traverse carefully; the echoes remember.
- Faint jingles of coins
- A soft voice murmuring "find me" in a tongue unknown
- The creaking of a door long barred
- Footsteps that lead back to their owner, in shadows
A shuddering noise, like breath from some ancient guardian, echoed a warning. Yet curiosity compelled the listener to move forward, deeper into the castle's embrace.
- The rustle of parchment, old and brittle, speaks of forgotten lore
- Intermittent flashes of laughter, echoing through the desolate halls
- The clinking of a lock, freeing something bound not by chains but by time
Understand this: amidst the whispers lies a truth, a path to gold unseen by the common eye. You must follow where the static leads.