In the silence of a creaking hallway, where shadows whisper forgotten names, a spectral figure waves its hand. Not in greeting — ever — but as signs lost within murmurs of misty tales.
A child’s voice echoes from nowhere, a call without an owner, lost in the recesses of a cavernous void. The sweet words twist into unseen knots beneath velvet shadows, pressing against the fabric of dreams.
Silent Oaths Labyrinth Whispers Reflections Fragment