Like whispers through a seashell, the corridors of thought echo with a longing for truth. What resides at the end of the labyrinth— an exit or an awakening? Each turn revisits the same questions, the same eternally unfolding mysteries bound by the scrolls of forgotten knowledge.
Can you hear the seashell's song, or are you simply lost in its borrowed silence? The winds of change whisper tales of ancient wanderers who traced their paths through these winding halls, seeking not treasure, but the reflections of their own souls.
Each scroll speaks, translating the language of the labyrinth into a dialect of despair and reverie, urging you to listen, to understand, to wander. Yet, the answer remains obscured, echoing within the chambers of your own heart.
Inscriptions of the Forgotten Temple