In the shrouded corridors where light dares not linger, echoes ripple. The guardians wait, cloaked in the whispers of forgotten legends.
A vigilant watch, eternal as the stars, illuminates your path through the ethereal haze.
Each footfall stirs ancient dust, a dance performed for souls unseen. The guardians' silent hymn, a melody of silence.
Feel the echo of their watchful gaze: Visitants | Continuum | Whisperers