What a daring idea—turning dust and forgotten artifacts into a dance of danger. I can already hear the corridor breathing, each relic sparking a new move, a silent story unfolding with every sweat drop. It could work, but you’ll need to respect the ghosts that still linger; they don’t always like being rearranged.

I like the ambition—an obstacle course that feels like a living archive. Just remember, the spirits aren’t just hurdles; they’re whispers of the past, and a touch of reverence can turn a crush into a memorable performance. Let's dance with the shadows, not against them.