057 // Witness Hall

Описание: The Witness Hall rests in a frozen region untouched by time, built not to document history, but to shelter what would otherwise disappear. The cold was no accident. Warmth felt impermanent. Here, in stillness, memory could persist without interference. Within its corridors are sealed chambers, each containing fragments a whisper, a blurred image, a message without a name. Labels reference only weather, temperature, or time. There is no narrative, and some entries quietly fade, as if memory itself has let go. The structure remains quiet and softly lit, surrounded by drifting snow. From within, the wind can still be heard, faint and steady, a distant reminder that the world continues beyond these walls. Some say these pieces were left by those fleeing something unnamed. Others believe the hall simply knows when something is on the verge of being lost. Deeper inside, there is one locked room. It bears no lights, no markings, no record. Some say it holds the first memory. Others say it waits for the last.

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