In the quiet, there’s a place—Xylith’s Veil. A place where echoes twist into something else. Listen carefully. Sounds come, but they don’t leave. The walls bend, whispers grow teeth, and your shadow might start to follow you. The hours flicker strangely, like paper burning from the edges. Vernix once found the stillness there, but he’s not the same now. Will you be? Don’t ask. Don’t search for answers. Just listen. And when you hear it, don’t say its name. …