The whisper of ancient voices calls. Shadows twist with secrets untold, as if the walls themselves hold breath.
In this twilight expanse, echoes reach from forgotten times. The air shimmers with the resonance of things once known, now hidden beneath a veil of darkness.
Follow the sound of broken glass beneath your feet. Pieces glint in the half-light, reflecting not your image, but the one you dare not speak of.
Perhaps through this door, you will find the lost echoes of another's sorrow. Or maybe, just maybe, the Silent Watcher awaits beyond the mist.