Whispers in the Labyrinth

Within these shadowy corridors, I walk alone. The walls echo with memories, but the faces are blurred and forgotten. Each step forward is a step deeper into myself, an unraveling of the threads woven tightly around the heart.

A turn to the right reveals nothing. A turn to the left repeats the refrain. Ahead lies infinity, or perhaps the end.

"We are all architects of our own mazes, building walls and doorways in our minds."