Shadows come to life as whispers crawl across unseen alleys. Each choice is a specter; each question a specter. The night devours the anxious heartbeat of decision. Deeper you go, the echoes continue...
A faint glow emanates from nowhere, enveloping tired hearts within an infinite void of branches. Yet the end never nears, the center always distant. Step towards the light, vanish and revive.
A solemn eeriness blankets the path weaving corridors of time. Feel the pulse of ancient stories trapped in walls, their sighs a mentor to none. Seek forgotten tales, circle interminably.