WHISPERS FROM BEYOND THE OPENED PORTAL

As the ancient door creaked open, a shiver coursed down my spine. A chill wind whistled past, carrying with it the scent of damp earth. Beyond the threshold, shadows danced and flickered, their movements as if guided by an unseen hand. A low, mournful hum resonated in the air, a symphony of spectral echoes. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat