In the heart of the swirling abyss, where light dares not to tread, lies the Reflection Vortex. A place where echoing screams are swallowed, yet never cease to resonate in the void. The air hangs thick with an elegy of memories, lost and forsaken.
Here, shadows whisper secrets to the damned, their voices like the rustling of ancient pages. Once, I sought the truth within its depths, only to find my own reflection staring back, eyes hollow and filled with the void.
"Free me," it whispered. "In silence, I scream your name."
Enter the Shadows