In this section, the boundaries between reality and nightmare are blurred even further. The Hall of Whispers is a realm of eerie silence, punctuated only by the soft murmur of unknown voices. The protagonist's grip on sanity begins to slip, as they become increasingly isolated and disoriented. Tagame's sparse, yet evocative, artwork conjures an atmosphere of creeping dread, where the reader is forced to confront the possibility that the protagonist may never escape the desert's deadly grasp.