Taugoria Asylum

Some places are best left undisturbed. Forgotten. But curiosity, a dark and

insidious thing, often pulls us toward what we should fear most. The air inside

was thick with forgotten whispers and the dust of countless untold stories. Every step echoed

the silence. Life, in its most primal form, still claimed ownership

here. Scuttling in the shadows, waiting. And then,

something truly out of place. A silent guardian, perhaps, or a lingering

echo of innocence lost. Each step deeper into the asylum felt heavier,

as if the very air was pressing in, urging him to turn back.