From the void, where shadows intertwine with whispers, a missive drifts. It arrives in spectral ink and forgotten echoes, seeking a kinship with the mortal coil.
"In the realm between the worlds, the candles flicker in a language older than time itself..."
~ The Archivist of Dimensional Whispers
Have you felt the tremors beneath the surface? The audibles that time forgot, calling your name from the interstitial layers?
Contact the ethereal by traversing these hidden paths:
Listen closely; the auditorium breathes, exhaling stories untold, waiting for those brave enough to unveil its secrets.