Whispers of the Forgotten City

The passageway was unlike anything Daniel and Mira had encountered before. Its walls shimmered faintly, as though coated in liquid silver, and the air carried a peculiar hum—a sound so faint it could almost be mistaken for a trick of the mind.

With each step they took, the hum grew louder, morphing into fragmented whispers. Daniel glanced at Mira, whose hand never left the hilt of her blade. Her expression was sharp, her eyes darting between the shifting patterns that seemed to ripple across the metallic walls.

"What do you think this is?" Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Some kind of projection, maybe? It doesn't feel… solid," Mira replied, reaching out to touch the wall. Her fingers passed through the shimmering surface as though it were made of smoke, leaving faint ripples in its wake. "But it's not an illusion either. It feels… real and not at the same time."

The Fragment on Daniel's arm vibrated softly, emitting a low chime.