"The echoes roam within these walls, like echoes in a deserted chapel, seekers of lost prayers," whispered a voice, hoarse as autumn leaves.
Outside, a chill grazes the surface of twilight, bringing with it whispers of a storm unbroken by time...
"Do not linger where shadows gather," an unknown breath cautioned, "for they whisper tales of the forgotten."
As the haunted dusk settles, your path weaves a trellis of stars, each glimmer a secret untold.
Seek the parting words of the morning mist: Witness the Refrain of Daybreak.