Eternal whispers dance through silent corridors...

The flickering light casts shadows on worn wallpaper—a tapestry of dreams and nightmares intertwined.

In the hallway, fragments of voices, shattered! They echo, but are they real? Are they mine?

Footsteps of the past, ghostly apparitions, fading... glitches in the matrix.

The clock ticks backward, unravelling time—

Follow the echo, the whisper, the silence...

In silence, the echoes are alive, vibrant, waiting...