In the realm just beyond sleep and star dust, lies an echoing void known as the Wraith Hall. Here, the shadows weave tales woven in twilight and whispered endlessly into the abyss. A voice cried out but fell nameless...
None know the time when this hall came to be, adorned with ruins of voices that, once anchored in warm marbles, have since become specters in languish. The once-lively grandiosity now ripples in the harmonies of dissonance.When you listen close, you hear them...
A figure made of whispers stood by an indigo arch, eyes like lighthouses lost at sea, drawing the unsuspecting wanderer into a trance. "Turn back or forth, choice echoes fate", it murmured in a song half-heard and more-than-undefined.
Lessons learned wrote beyond time read here, read now. The eternal question nailed to each hollow door: Whence art thee bound?