WHISPERS FROM BEYOND THE OPENED PORTAL

As the heavy door creaked open, a shiver ran down my spine. A chill current whistled past, carrying with it the scent of forgotten time. Through the threshold, shadows danced and flickered, their movements as if guided by an unseen hand. A low, mournful hum resonated in the air, a symphony of spectral echoes. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic