The echoes of forgotten corridors wail softly, through walls of obsidian tears.
Shadows dance fervently in the waning moonlight, a symphony of whispered regrets.
Underneath, the ground breathes with secrets long buried, rustling like dry leaves.
A chilling breeze kisses the mortal remains of dreams once cherished, now scattered like ashes.
The path diverges into the grim embrace of an ancient forest, where time itself holds no power.
Follow the echoes to where the light dares not tread.
Unearth the whispered truths carved into the bark of twisted trees.