In the shadows weaving, the song of the clockwork springs forth, it resonates an ethereal echo!
The electric gasp of gears! A symphony only the nocturnal can dare to hear. Focus, dear wanderer, on the dance of the shadows.
Shall you follow the curious hallways? Or perhaps seek the enigmatic doors that yawn open at the slightest whisper?
The wind brushes past us, laden with secrets, while below, the clockwork gears grind softly, a lullaby in metallic hush.