In the labyrinth of our dreams, the paths unfurl like whispers in the wind.
The fog conceals the truth, yet reveals the shadows of possibilities untaken.
We tread on the ground of what-ifs, where every step is a reflection distorted by the light of the moon.
Eyes closed, we wander in the echoes of what never was, or what might still be.
And there, beneath the surface of our waking thoughts, the unseen paths await.
Follow the signs that guide your imagination: