A soft whisper in the twilight, where the walls dream untold stories.
Beneath the cobwebbed stars, a child once danced with a silver shadow.
ListenBetween the echoes of laughter, a ghostly lullaby unfolds.
DreamIn the breathless corridors, time's cradle rocks silently.
ExploreAnd the void was once a gentle lull, where innocence thrived on the edges of night.
Step lightly, for the halls hold more than just fading whispers; they weave dark lullabies.
One last door, isn't it curious how it calls your name? Curioser than curiosity itself?