The rain fell like echoes in a midnight cathedral, each drop a distant chime in the darkness. Among those echoes, whispers of unfulfilled dreams danced in the shadows, weaving through the corridors of crumbling stone. Broken arches reached endlessly towards an indifferent sky, where no sun would break the eternal twilight.
"This was our paradise," she murmured, standing before the gates, rusted and adorned with creeping vines. "But we were blind to the barriers we built ourselves." Her reflection trembled in the cursed mirrors of the old gateways—a flicker of light, a whisper of hope, forever out of reach.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient sorrow. As she stepped closer, a chill ran through her, carrying the burden of forgotten promises. Somewhere in the darkness, a voice called her name—but she knew it was a name lost to time, a name that never truly belonged to her.