The Palace of Bones was unlike anything Tatiana had ever seen before in her life.
The air inside the grand hall was dense, carrying a faint chill that seeped into her skin. Every breath she took seemed to echo, the sound reverberating off the towering walls.
The walls themselves were made entirely of bones—polished and intricately arranged into patterns that seemed to tell an ancient, haunting story. Skulls lined the archways, their hollow eyes gazing out into the space with a quiet, eternal vigilance.
The floor beneath Tatiana's feet was smooth and cold, made of obsidian that shimmered faintly with an otherworldly light. It was as though the very ground pulsed with life, carrying silent whispers that only the dead could hear.
