Synopsis

A moth, seemingly drawn by an unseen force, fluttered towards the shadowed doorway of Mr. Pirebat's mansion. Drawn by curiosity, Timon and Pumbaa followed, their usual carefree gait replaced with a hesitant shuffle as they crossed the threshold into the gloom. Dust motes danced in the faint light filtering through grimy windows, illuminating cobweb-laden furniture draped in faded velvet. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten things. Each creak of the floorboards echoed unn