A soft whisper treads the edge of silence, where shadows blend into the fabric of dawn.
Echoes of your **vows** dance within the corridors, weaving spectral narratives through the maze.
Do the footprints lead anywhere? Or do they merely trespass upon their own reflection?
A gentle luminance flickers above the **entry gate**, a solemn triangle clasped by hands of haze.
The **lighter** in search of truth, amidst the echoes:
Would you follow the glistening pathway beneath the twilight sky? Paths unseen unfold.
Reflect, or perhaps just watch as the future rewinds, spiraled within the timeless now.