The Labyrinth of Whispers

You step into the maze, where every footfall doubles back with unsaid words, tracing paths only to disappear round corners. The floor is an enigma, pebbles scattered like punctuation marks lost from poems untold in past breaths. You're not alone, are you? A voice, softer than air, murmurs in agreement as the walls beckon you forward into corridors lined with memories of paths not taken.

Look carefully — the reflections flicker, shifting in the light of your thoughts. It seems like a maze, but each twist and turn is a reminder of shadows brought to life by gentle breezes flowing through openings unseen. Isn’t this place a little like conversations we all have with ourselves, deeper than walls, yet just as familiar?

The echoes of laughter touch the ceiling, then tumble through alcoves where chandeliers made of glass petals hang. Step a little broader in confidence as laughter lingers behind blossom-like designs.

You're welcome to stay, or you might find your way to new doors. Turn left, or maybe craft your own echo. Either is another note in this melody of silence.