In the shadows of the dozing twilight, one could hear the whispers of forgotten labyrinths, spiraling down, deeper into nothingness. The corridors shimmer with fragments of bygone mirages, kaleidoscopic illusions that dance on the edge of the void.
"The raven speaks only truths," murmured the masked entity, its voice a symphony of shattered glass. "Yet, amid these truths lies your unknown paradox."
Here, time is but a breath, an echo of absence. Pathways intersect, twist, and knot into impossible geometries. Above, the sky is a tapestry of darkness woven with the silver threads of starlight that bends not to the will of dusk or dawn.
And from the ether arose a figure clad in shadow, whose eyes were twin abysses. "To see is to forget, to forget is to remember. Welcome to eternity's masquerade," it intoned.