Time has stood still in Shay's room. Open books, scattered scrolls, and the fading glow of a magical artifact—it feels as if the owner stepped out for just a moment, yet never returned, even after centuries. Dust and widespread cobwebs have become the new masters of this once-grand place, turning it into a crypt of forgotten aspirations. Now, only the peaceful quiet of decay reigns here, wrapped in the silence of ages.