Once, the ol' manor thrummed with melodies, laughter woven with forgotten lullabies. Now, what remains are hushed whispers and the plaintive songs of hollowed halls.
An unseen choir chants below the floors—rooted in time yet never aligned. Their harmony, an ephemeral mist, slips through windows like skeletal hands tracing the past.
Discover Forgotten Ballads hidden in corners where dust dances.
Ponder the Ancient Whispers that cling to chandeliers, where light flickers like the heartbeat of the unplaceable.
Find solace in the silence, or at least try, beneath the curtains that sigh with futile resistance.