Somewhere amidst the concentric whispers of reality, lies a circle; 42 iterations of infinity folded neatly upon itself. Is the circle a labyrinth, or the labyrinth a circle? / The Sphinx poses riddles anew.
Inward and outward collapse simultaneously, gateways masked as mirrors reflect nothing and everything; codes woven into the fiber of existence like fibers into a tapestry. Have you found the key, or have you become the key?
Chase the Shadow | Reflect on the Reflection | Illuminate the Labyrinth