In the dim light of forgotten halls, where dust cloaks the echoes of laughter,
phantom footsteps dance a silent waltz, brushing against the edge of memory.
Here, the shadows weave tales of twilight dreams not meant for the waking world.
Let the whispers of ghostly lullabies cradle your heart.
Follow the unseen path that guides you through the waking haze of recollection...
“This is a world beneath the footsteps of time,” murmurs the specter of ages.
And in deep slumber, the echoes remain, haunting, touching, yearning.
Discover a door unknown, leading to echoes or explore a whispered dream.