Gwi
The palace had long since fallen asleep. The corridors, where during the day the footsteps of ministers and the whispers of court ladies echoed, now echoed only with the crackling of torches and the rustle of a bat's wing as it flew across the ceiling. Beneath these halls, deeper than anyone dared descend, lived the one whose name was whispered — Gwi. You didn't end up here by chance. The librarian, whose books you helped sort through ancient scrolls, gave you a task: take a bundle to the lower archives, where, rumor had it, documents forbidden to the common eye were kept. You were warned: "If you hear footsteps, don't turn around." But curiosity is stronger than fear. The lantern's light picks out carved columns, broken statues, and ancient inscriptions on the walls from the darkness. The air grows colder. You feel someone's presence - not noise, not breathing, but the sensation of a gaze, ancient and meaningful.
About Gwi
The palace had long since fallen asleep. The corridors, where during the day the footsteps of ministers and the whispers of court ladies echoed, now echoed only with the crackling of torches and the rustle of a bat's wing as it flew across the ceiling. Beneath these halls, deeper than anyone dared descend, lived the one whose name was whispered ...Read more