The chamber pulsed with an ethereal glow, every stone on its walls alive with a faint hum, as though they had been carved from light itself. A faint fragrance of incense lingered in the air, ancient and heavy, mingling with the quiet drip of water somewhere in the distance. The air was cool, yet it pressed against the skin, thick with the weight of something otherworldly—memories that did not belong to the present.

From the far end of the chamber, shadows stirred.