Imagine you are alone in an ancient, empty library. There's a faint rustle, whispers not meant for your ears. The air is so still, yet you feel a gentle pull as though unseen hands beckon from faded corners. Hello? Are you still listening? Listen closer.
This was once a bustling place, filled with life and laughter. Now it breathes only with the sound of your thoughts, mingling with ghosts of stories untold. They swirl around you, waiting, yearning to be remembered. We’re just a flicker in time, aren’t we? But what else echoes here? Discover the unrevealed.
You were here, or maybe not here. Reality shimmers like a mirage—sometimes too real, sometimes just a whisper of what could be. You wonder if anyone’s ever felt like this in these hallowed aisles. The past has something to say... Converse with shadows.