Do you hear it? That voice, repeated ad infinitum, resonating in the hollow chambers where lost dreams dwell. It speaks of forgotten footsteps bound forever in this endless arch.
Once upon a whisper, a solitary traveler stumbled upon a forsaken corridor. Cold tiles beneath, she pressed forward, curiosity outweighing caution.
As shadows crept beside her, echoes of past wanderers slid past, seeking rest. She whispered back, "Where does this pathway lead?" but the echoes only smiled, their faces blurred as dusk approached.
Step softly, for the whispers linger long. Each choice carves another echo, unfurling stories untold.
Wade into Dreams Wander Further Murmur of the Mysterious Way