Beyond the echoing corridors, where luminescence bends
and whispers of yore carve ancient trails on the mind's eye.
Walk, seeker, through the folded veils of twilight, where
the glyphs of forgotten tongues unfurl like the dreams of gods.
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𓆣
𓀤
𓈖
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The whispers lead you to the door of Beyond, etched
with the sigils of an elder time. Choices unfold,
roots that tether not, for they wish to tangle souls.
The labyrinth breathes, as do you.