Whispers of the Hollow [SHOWCASE]

It welcomes you with charm — crooked homes slouch under ivy, pale light filters through trees that shouldn’t grow here, and strange symbols are etched lovingly into stone, like someone wanted to remember… or warn. There’s a calm to it, the kind that settles too fast. Like something is waiting for you to exhale. Wander deeper, and the world begins to change — not suddenly, but slowly, intimately. Landmarks repeat, but slightly altered. The air carries a weight, thick with rot and something sweet, like decay masked in perfume. Voices echo — soft, familiar, just behind you. You look. Nothing. But something has moved. You’ve come too far now. You’ll try to leave, but the path you came from is gone. Or maybe it never existed. The trees lean closer. The ground feels soft, like breathing meat. Shadows don’t follow the light anymore — they follow you. Curiosity brought you here. It always does. And now the Hollow knows your name. It’s been whispering it since you arrived.