I’ve heard the city don’t just disappear, they swallow the light. Some say you can hear the wind whispering names into the stone, names that aren’t yours. Others swear a shadow follows anyone who walks its ruined streets, moving when you’re not looking. One night, a traveler stopped at a broken archway, the air grew cold, and the shadows pressed close—he never made it out, and the town still hums with that silence. Keep your ears open, but don’t linger too long in the silence, it’s louder than it looks.

Just remember, the wind’s not just a breeze—it’s the city’s heartbeat. If it starts singing your name, that’s the cue to back off before the shadows finish their song. Good luck, but stay out of the corners where the stone remembers too much.