The colors fade into an abyss of mahogany shadows as you navigate the corridor paved with moonlight's echoes. Each step taken reverberates in hollow whispers. Silent screams ripple through the fabric of twilight, stretching their long fingers to grasp something from within the essence of night itself. You feel the pulse of an ancient doorway as you breathe in this dusty resignation. Will you unlock its secrets or succumb to the vacuum it creates?
A door stands ajar to the right—susurrus spews forth like smoke, dancing in errant motion. Beyond that doorway, reality bends strange, casting shadows with untold histories. Dare you enter? Or find solace in your pilgrimage returned the other way, a shield against life's tendrils.
Fragments of Forgotten Whispers