In the dusk of unending pathways, where shadows converge into the fabric of forgotten dreams, a voice murmurs, entangled with the sighs of cosmic dust.
"Seek not the journey, but the seeker thereof," a gentle breeze carries the echo, reverberating through the corridors of ancient starlight, as the moon weaves a tapestry of silken mysteries.
An ethereal corridor opensāwrought by the whispers of time's embrace: