In the echoing corridors, she heard the whisper. The kind that circled back, forever, with a melody found somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow. It was a melody of footsteps never settling, never ending. "You must follow the whispers… the unseen details unravel at your step…" she mused, only to hear her own words chip away the silence, repeating, looping.
Step lightly, step lightly—a mantra formed and dissolved in the rhythm of the shadows. The unseen paths repeated themselves as they'd repeat again, and again, a record stuck, searching for a needle, for an exit.
With each round, a fragment revealed—an ancient key, a door’s forgotten hinge, the coolness of forgotten moons. Yet, these treasures fragmented further still, revealing more webs, more whispers. "Here is the key, here is…", her voice chased by the unseen, spinning an eternal labyrinth around her.
She tried to exit through the whispers, tried to become part of the echo—a refrain, a note looking for harmony. Yet, her search turned into observation where every heartbeat aligned with a new twist of the corridor…