Video - The Echoing Mill: Whispers of the Trapped

Amidst the quiet murmur of the forest, Elinor felt the air grow thick, oppressive. The old, gnarled trees seemed to whisper secrets only the night understood. She stumbled upon a weathered sign: “The Echoing Mill.” Curiosity lured her inside. The millstones were silent, yet the air buzzed with a low, dissonant hum. Shadows danced erratically, cast not by moonlight, but by something unseen. As she turned, the walls closed in, revealing faces twisted in eternal screams. A chilling realization dawned—she was not alone. The echoes were voices, trapped and pleading, now joined by her own silent scream.