In the forsaken halls of an ancient keep, where light trembles and dies in the distant corners, a presence lingers. Shadows glide effortlessly, stretching and contracting in the air like silent whispers.
Once, these corridors resounded with the laughter of kings, the clangor of shields, and the breeze of forgotten secrets. Now, only the wisp of memories remains as the echo of each footstep fades into oblivion.
Listen, for the walls whisper tales of yore. They murmur parables of the profound silence that envelops the world when the final guest has departed and the last flicker of candlelight bows out.