In the gloom, the whispers linger—unseen voices tracing your spine like a ghostly sigh. The hallway stretches endlessly, a picture of shadow and silence.
"The remnants of the past, they murmur in tones of sorrow. Who lingers in the twilight, casting shadows long and sorrowful?"
Every step resounds through the hollow space, reverberating against the cold stone walls. You wonder: what stories do these echoes wish to tell?
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