A soft whimper echoed through the halls of Sanctuary. Was it a creature, waiting with trembling anticipation? Perhaps it was the walls themselves lamenting their plight—old, marred, and echoing long-forgotten affections. Beyond the veil of consciousness, flickering memories cast shadows where once sunlight spilled freely, warming unused hopes.
She walked, barefoot against the cold stone, toes grazing the lip of reality. The frequencies tangled around her mind, whispers growing feral—delegate nothing here, a senseless cursor mapped out but unsure of its resolve. Switch the lights, pulse with ease; simmered tranquility disrupted, distal thoughts quantumizing. The Sanctuary sighed beneath her, deriving persuasion and breakdown from buried past.
Outside the realms ventured—an opening unlatched—a realm where time wore nostalgia like fragile icing sugar over old bones.
Step beyond the echoed fears Reality Adjusted? Cryptic Conversations Whispered Murmurs