The clock ticks, yet no time escapes the void...
Shadows dance in places unseen, and whispers echo ↔ infinity...
Chase the echoes, but beware the silence.
Missing pages, lost stories, unclassified dreams—the archive is empty.
A labyrinth grows in the minds of the inquisitive, corridors obscure...
The silent scream reaches across the digital expanse, a fracture in
the known... Do you hear it? Or is it a trick of the light?