The whisper of the wind spoke secrets in the midnight hour. Shadows cast by an unseen lantern flickered on the cobblestones of this forgotten alley. Here, the echo did not fade; it multiplied, reverberating through the marrow of the brick walls.
Do you hear it too? The chant, the endless refrain? A symphony composed of sighs, murmurs, and the rustling of ancient pages. Underneath the moonlight, pale as death, it threads through your veins, weaving a tapestry of silence and sorrow.
Once more, it echoes - once more, it binds. The spectral hand of the piper calls, leading you into the labyrinthine depths of your own shadow. Do you dare follow?