Zita stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the spot where the stranger had disappeared. The gardens seemed to stretch out before her, empty and silent, the only sound the fading echo of the stranger's words. She felt a shiver run down her spine, as if the air itself was charged with an otherworldly energy.
As she turned to leave, she noticed something odd. The walls of the palace seemed to be whispering to each other, their stone surfaces vibrating with a soft, urgent murmur. Zita's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the walls were speaking her name.
"Zita... Zita..."
She spun around, her eyes scanning the gardens, but there was no one there. The whispering seemed to come from all around her, a soft, seductive whisper that drew her in.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves and sending the flowers swaying. Zita felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that the whispering was growing louder, more insistent.
"Zita... come..."
She took a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The whispering seemed to be leading her somewhere, drawing her deeper into the palace. She felt a sense of trepidation, but her curiosity got the better of her.
As she walked, the whispering grew louder, more urgent. Zita felt like she was being pulled towards some hidden truth, some secret that had been hidden away for years.
She turned a corner, and her eyes fell on a small, hidden door she had never seen before. The whispering seemed to be coming from the door, a soft, urgent whisper that seemed to say "come... come..."
Zita's heart was racing as she reached out and pushed the door open. A warm, golden light spilled out, illuminating the darkness. She felt a sense of wonder, of anticipation, as she stepped through the doorway.
The room beyond was small, intimate, filled with ancient books and dusty artifacts. Zita felt a sense of awe as she realized that she had stumbled upon a hidden library, a secret chamber that had been locked away for years.
As she looked around, her eyes fell on a single book, lying open on a pedestal in the center of the room. The pages were yellowed with age, the words written in a language she couldn't understand.
But as she looked closer, she realized that the words were changing, shifting, rearranging themselves to form a single, haunting phrase.
"Remember..."
Zita's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the book was speaking to her, whispering secrets in her ea*Chapter Two: The Whispering Walls*
Zita stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the spot where the stranger had disappeared. The gardens seemed to stretch out before her, empty and silent, the only sound the fading echo of the stranger's words. She felt a shiver run down her spine, as if the air itself was charged with an otherworldly energy.
As she turned to leave, she noticed something odd. The walls of the palace seemed to be whispering to each other, their stone surfaces vibrating with a soft, urgent murmur. Zita's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the walls were speaking her name.
"Zita... Zita..."
She spun around, her eyes scanning the gardens, but there was no one there. The whispering seemed to come from all around her, a soft, seductive whisper that drew her in.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves and sending the flowers swaying. Zita felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that the whispering was growing louder, more insistent.
"Zita... come..."
She took a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The whispering seemed to be leading her somewhere, drawing her deeper into the palace. She felt a sense of trepidation, but her curiosity got the better of her.
As she walked, the whispering grew louder, more urgent. Zita felt like she was being pulled towards some hidden truth, some secret that had been hidden away for years.
She turned a corner, and her eyes fell on a small, hidden door she had never seen before. The whispering seemed to be coming from the door, a soft, urgent whisper that seemed to say "come... come..."
Zita's heart was racing as she reached out and pushed the door open. A warm, golden light spilled out, illuminating the darkness. She felt a sense of wonder, of anticipation, as she stepped through the doorway.
The room beyond was small, intimate, filled with ancient books and dusty artifacts. Zita felt a sense of awe as she realized that she had stumbled upon a hidden library, a secret chamber that had been locked away for years.
As she looked around, her eyes fell on a single book, lying open on a pedestal in the center of the room. The pages were yellowed with age, the words written in a language she couldn't understand.
But as she looked closer, she realized that the words were changing, shifting, rearranging themselves to form a single, haunting phrase.
"Remember..."
Zita's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the book was speaking to her, whispering secrets in her ear.