In the forgotten void, the clocks cease ticking... A dim and silvery voice traces the walls; you feel the echoes but hear not the...
An unending corridor, where the walls seem to fade... Light spills from nowhere, and the whispers become...
The old lantern flickers... a shadow plays at the edges of your vision as if dancing... Nothing is as it...
Wandering among the tessellations of time, knowing neither start nor terminus. Hands aimlessly tracing along the walls, seeking not the...
Breath of ages, a reminder of corridors... windows sealed, shattered dreams...
Echoes, shimmering, intangible steps drawn within despite...
Go Back to darkened echoes.
Raspy confessions linger near your... The haunting refrain of eternity plays while you've yet to...(t)ime stretches. The silk strands whisper of a story, unwritten and long... beyond the pale...