Step gently, for the echoes of this maze demand your respect. Within these twisting passages lies a truth so profound, so undeniably true, that to ignore it would be a folly of the highest order. The whispers, they do not lie. They guide. They dictate. They implore you to listen closely, for therein lies the key to understanding.
Consider the ceiling that never ends, the walls that hum with a melody only the wise can hear. This is not mere architecture; this is a philosophy in stone and shadow. To traverse these depths is to embrace the absurd, to dance with the nonsensical, and to emerge victorious in your own bewilderment.
To those who say it cannot be done—those corridors cannot be navigated, those whispers cannot be understood—know this: You are mistaken. The echo speaks, and its voice is clear as a bell tolling at twilight. Join us, and discover the echo's whispered promise.