The Cathedral of Whispers

Somewhere beneath the vaulted, echoing arches of the cathedral, the whispers breathe life into stones long aged. Each footfall on the ancient stone leads nowhere, a paradoxical journey echoing within empty corridors. Those who listen closely may catch a fleeting dialogue, hushed and indistinct, as if between two long-lost friends.

The air hums with a chill—a reminder of time’s endless march. You're not alone; shadows flicker at the edges of your vision, shifting with the grace of smoke in a breeze. But when you turn, they dissolve into nothing, leaving only the soft murmur of your own thoughts.

Some say the cathedral holds the echo of every prayer, every sorrow, every whispered secret left unsaid. Whether you come seeking solace or searching for answers, you’ll find only the same unanswered questions—like footprints on a beach, washed away by the tide.

Explore further, if you dare. Walk the corridors of time, and perhaps you'll trace the outlines of those who've wandered these halls before: The Endless Corridor or A Whispering Tale.