In the flickering glow of the forgotten hearth, a murmur escapes the dusty old mantelpiece. Its voice trembles, stained by secrets of the unwatched. "I know of the dark marquises who weave shadows with their fingers and tales with their breath," it whispers, "for I have seen them lurk behind the frayed velvet curtains."
The ancient sconce, a silent sentinel upon the grim wall, speaks next in crackled tones. "Beneath the layers of soot and decay, I hold the echoes of a visitor's whispered plea—an unholy bargain sealed with blood, and I am left to remember when all else has forgotten."
In the eddies of time, the artifacts resonate. They chant a clandestine lore of the harmonic wave, never meant for the ear of the living. Their words coil like dark vines around the heart of the unwary, binding them to secrets lost in the hollows of history.
Discover the Chalice's Lament
Unveil the Echo