A corridor stretches endlessly, a subterranean cathedral marked by walls that pulse with spectral whispers. The bioluminescent glow speaks in hues of emerald and sapphire, illuminating secrets untold. Each flicker of light dances like a memory of a tide long since receded, ebbing away into the dark recesses of time.
The guard whispers beneath breaths barely audible, the walls observe, ever-vigilant. An echo of laughter, a memory of solitude—here, the stories breathe, intertwining with the shadows that seem to step just out of sight. Will you dare to walk between them, under their incandescent watch?