In the cavern's breath, echoing in a cadence of despair, the words lay. Entwined with the silence, they whisper tales of sorrow and longing. Once, this place sang with the hopes of the assumed— now, only their shadows dance, etched against the forgotten wall of eternity.
Listen closely, for the silence speaks, its voice a tapestry of memories woven through time. Each thread a story, each knot a dream unfulfilled. The threshold you stand upon is the border between what is and what might have been.
Your only way is forward, into the hall of whispers where each step resonates with the echoes of a past you don't recognize but somehow know. Ghostly presences guide you, their ethereal fingers tracing paths through the cold and shadowed air.
As you move, consider the Depths of the Unseen or perhaps the Chamber of Forgotten Legends, places that may hold answers cloaked in mystery.