"You know," whispers the first shade as it drifts by, "not all paths lead where you think they will..."
There's a pause, a lull in the whispering winds, and you begin to wonder if it knows something you don't.
Explore further...
The second shadow, slightly bolder, leans closer. "Ever tried talking to the corners of a room?"
It asks, voice smooth as silk. You shake your head, intrigued.
"They're full of tales, those corners, tales of solitude and secrets unsaid."
Listen to the corners