Ever find yourself wandering the tangled paths, where everything looks the same, and you're thinking maybe if I just take a right here or was it left, not really paying attention, just the hum of...

And then, out of nowhere, a flicker of light, a lantern swinging in the breeze—oh the shadows dance like they're in a play, but no one's watching. Or maybe they are, from behind those old brick walls, watching, waiting, conspiring in silence. You think

You remember the tales of old, stories told in hushed tones over crackling fires. They speak of a...

“Return to where it began.”

Hey, before you go, there’s something you might want to check out: Decrypt the whispers or perhaps Follow the echoes.