In the moon's pale glow, time stands still. Shadows breathe, and silhouettes of forgotten dreams waltz.

What lurks beyond the edge of understanding? Could it be the whisper of marble passersby, seeking solace in the eternal dusk?

Follow the specter...

The clock strikes, echoing in the chasms of the unknown. Voices call out from the abyss, a melody of the unbidden.

Through the mist of mortality, one hears the chime of fate, resonating through the corridors of time.

Discover the whisper...