Silence presses against the golden walls. Dust lingers in the air — not from the pillars, but from monsters you used to call friends.

You’ve been here a long time. Not moving. Not blinking.

Waiting. Watching.

The doors creak open. A human shape enters, slowly.

They don’t speak. They don’t flinch.

You lift your head.

(You’re alone. Except you’re not. Not yet.)