Ever tiptoed through outlandishly spacious rooms with walls that murmur tales? It’s like being guided by a tumbleweed in tuxedo.
Shadowy myths and hollow giggles chase each other in gentle pirouettes, while laughter from yesteryears turns floorboards into carpets of clouds.
Fancy a game of mystic charades with footprints as your audience? They shall remain utterly clueless, but clapping their toes in sync, I assure you.