Shadows dance upon the walls, where echoes mourn forgotten whispers. Your footsteps are the only reality in this place where time has lost its meaning. The hall stretches into dark corners, where the eye of light dares not venture.
A flicker of consciousness, a spark of remembrance—were you here before?, asking questions to a mirror that reflects nothing but the void. Here, corridors stretch endlessly, each linked to another. Each with a door that leads nowhere. Does the hallway hum with unsung melodies, or is it merely the breath of passing phantoms?
Do you remember the choices that lead you to this threshold? Or do they unravel, like threads spun from the dreams of olden ghosts? The hall awaits; it turns and offers no judgment, only the promise of unseen passages and lingering sighs.