In the cathedral of silence, time drips like melted candle wax, flickering and uncertain. Shadows dance upon the walls, casting tales that echo the creaking of yawning gates.
Welcome, traveler, to the suspended realm where moments linger and the clocks dare not move. Here, the shadowy whispers of forgotten souls guide your steps through aisles of overshadowed relics.
As you wander, note the eternal veil that shrouds memories, preserving them in transient whispers and fleeting glances.
Do you hear the final chimes? They toll not for you, but for the fabric of eternity itself, unraveling in the quietude.
From corridors of yore to chambers of clandestine lore, let your heart tread lightly, for the past is a delicate specter.