In an endless labyrinth, echoes wander in search of a voice to claim their own. Each path diverges, converges, only to scatter like starlight whispered across an ocean.
Listen closely, and you may hear the path's secrets—a story woven from the fabric of silent echoes.
Whispers draw lines upon the corridors of thought, yet they dissolve as quickly as they form.
Perpetual motion: a sphere inside a sphere, rotating always to the left, seeking out longitude in a world bereft of latitude.
Consider the texture of a whisper, a maze made of air and dreams.
New echoes will always find paths of silence. Shall you follow them?
Into the Unknown Space