In the heart of an eternal dusk, where shadows weave tales forgotten by the sun, an unfathomable symphony resonates. Echoes of a dirge, a melody twisted, envelop the listener, guiding them through corridors of silence.
Each note, a whisper of what once was, lingers in the air, beckoning the lost souls to traverse the unseen paths. The walls of this maze are not made of stone, but of sound, cloaked in secrets and veils of eternity.
Listen closely, they say, for the music knows the way through. A crescendo of whispers, a decrescendo of light. Will you dare to follow?