The labyrinth does not whisper; it absorbs. Absorbs your voice, your fears, your unspoken thoughts tangled in the silence between stars. Here, in this galactic echo, time folds in on itself, and your presence is both a welcome and a void.
If the echoes could talk, would you still walk this path?
Would you follow the silent screams, the distant calls, the echoes of destinies diverging? The stars hear everything—every step, every hesitation, every silent scream as palpable as a heartbeat.
In these winding corridors of cosmic anomaly, truths dissolve into star-dust, and dreams become the shadows that stretch and yawn before you, uninvited guests in the quiet of eternity.
Navigate the labyrinth, if you dare: