Worn pathways weave through chasms of heaving walls. Shall it all descend into shadowed corners where time doth stand still? The staggering mutter of forgotten armies lost? Listen close: there's a whisper summoning forth, gnawing its mark upon these haunted trenches. The darkness deepens.
The bridges creak. Through gaps and between jagged corridors, there exists the dwindling essence of life never lived. Embrace hollow glimpses forever suspended in eternity.
Never seen, brick stones carved not for disbelief, yet streams crawl against unseen borders. Dig deep; find veins of desolation underfoot beyond the crimson sky. Wander further or face the heart echoes.