In the castle's forgotten passageways, shadows pulse like ancient tides, where light dances only to be swallowed whole by looming uncertainty. Each step, a thunderous whisper cast in solitude, awakens the haunting call of corridors unvisited.
Vivid remnants linger—echoes of laughter long past, reverberating in the interstice between night and the cradle of dawn. Here, shadows weave narratives of absence—a tapestry of what once was and what may never be again.
Along the walls, where the flicker of dying sconces embroiders ghostly patterns, the variables of time etch their own story. Chains of moments, linked by the delicate sinew of fate, delineate paths shrouded in mystery.