The moon's pallid glow bathed the hollow floor in spectral light. Shadows, once companions of solitude, now danced on walls, casting reflections of tales untold.
As whispered by the winds, these echoes of yore persist through the fog, ensnaring thoughts in webs of midnight silk. They whisper... they know...
The symbiotic whispers in dark alleyways bend truths into strange shapes. Here, labyrinths of reason converge and diverge until only paradoxes remain. Enter if you dare, for shadows cast longer truths than light ever will.
Seek the whisper, find the void. Follow the light, but see none.