Beyond the fog that seldom lifts, lies a maze not built by man. Here in the whispers of the trees, echoes faint signals from a star long extinguished.
The path weaves through shadows, where forgotten tales of wanderers are etched into mist and silence. In this maze, the veils of reality blur, revealing glimpses of truths hidden from time's grasp.
Some claim the maze speaks in riddles, its walls shifting and breathing with an otherworldly life. Each step taken is a communion with the stars—a message decoded from vibrations in the soil beneath.
The moment of revelation is drawn near, as a memory flickers through the labyrinth, carried by an unseen wind.
Whispers of the Stars