In a dimly lit space, deep drumbeats seep from shadowy corners. The old inn’s exposed, weathered frame pulses like the heart of a colossal creature. As you weave through its cavernous body, the sudden call of an owl overlaps, beginning with a clear resonance and ending in a haunting vibration. The mystical creature’s sound, like a sigh piercing the darkness of the black night, fills the air, repeatedly washing over you with its vivid gaze and mournful cry.
November 4, 2024
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