There is a place, a threshold, where nightmares and visions intertwine—a domain of fog that hangs around reality's edges. The air lies heavy, dense with memories that breathe like specters among the living.
I had wandered here, through a maze of cobwebs and dust, simply seeking an end to my journey. The echoes met me, their voices low and melodic, each carrying a fragment of what was once known. They sang in haunting tones, a dissonance that promised solace even as it chilled my bones.
The stillness is alive, a predator lurking in shadow, waiting for those foolish enough to trespass. Footsteps here are silent; the darkness swallows all sound, leaving behind only the semblance of a pulse—an echo of what might have been. Somewhere, distant and unseen, laughter joins the song; a cacophony of joy entwined with sorrow.
Rediscover the labyrinth: Hidden Echoes | Follow the phantoms: Distant Dreams | Under the veil: Silent Whispers