In the dim light, shadows danced, a ballet of forgotten fragments. Every footstep sent ripples through the air, but no one walked beside you, yet the echoes whispered secrets untold. Ghostly murmurs brushed against the edges of your mind, and you felt the weight of centuries upon you. Who had walked here before? Who would walk here after?

Through the misty veil of time, you could almost see their silhouettes drifting past, carried by the same unseen winds that lingered in the hall. Their voices were a melody, a dissonance, a symphony of solitude that filled the vast emptiness. You reach for a door, its surface worn smooth by countless hands, and pause to listen.

Open the door, and what lies beyond? Hidden Chambers whisper of Echoes of Ages.