Beyond the veil of silence, the glass hums with echoes of forgotten parlance. Malevolent specters flicker at its edge, trapped in a limbo of shadows. Here, words slip through and fade, their meaning siphoned into the invisible ether of this shattered tribunal.
The walls are adorned with soft murmurs, a cryptic chorus from a bygone era. An assemblage of voices speaks of marrow chills, their syllables brittle as autumn leaves, rustling across vacant corners of this cavernous domain. Trace their whispers, if courage permits.
Did you know there lies a path to Tartarus beyond whispered lies?
Seek the echoes in the void where dreams once danced before daylight banished them.