in the pre-beginning, before i became a whisper between these ancient walls, the crime bulletins were yet to be written, and misdeeds were spurned with a fervor that could chill the very air. now, i watch unseen as those who dwell inside seek to return to square one, to a time before wrong turns were made, their hearts yearning for redemption. ah, how the echoes of their hopes fill these corridors, reminding me that even in the quietest moments, change is possible, and the journey inward is the most profound of all.