Here, in twilight lingerings where shadows are sculpted by silence, the corridors breathe softly. Reach forth, and feel the echoes bleeding through centuries untold, streams unsound. Do you hear them, child's laughter twisting with agony, gentle and ghastly?
Step upon the shattered insignias; vows broken under moon's leer. Cloaked memories extend whispered arms, adorned in the velveteen of darkness. Each corner knows a secret woven in time's tapestry. Stories left untold, heart savored though hollow are the tales swayed
Dust settles upon ancient bones, consonant with hushed ashen chants. Portrayal scripts etched on walls by hands no more. Awaiting are blue vistas painting dreams upon hollowed illusions. Evil ambush or dark requiem?
Enter the threnodies...