The world dimmed as daylight ebbed away, swallowed whole by a dark, expectant maw. She stepped into the tunnel—a carved womb of earth. A pulse echoed, her heartbeat against the stillness.
Like shells pressed to an ear, whispers traveled through the damp air, stories of lost wanderers weaving a tapestry of longings and regrets.
Each footfall summoned shadows hanging like brittle memories, as though the tunnel inhaled her essence, digesting her fear. Past lives seemed to float alongside her, fragmented laughter echoing through the stone, matching her rhythm.
This wasn’t merely a passage—no, it was a bridge between realities, where tears seeping into the ground crystallized into starlit sadness.
What has been forgotten remained in the air thick with unfulfilled promises. Nearby, echoes answered, twisting through the texture of the walls, illuminating stories untold.
Yet, a choice awaited her where darkness met the whispering light.
Would she return, or succumb to the alluring mysteries beyond?