In the shadow of the stars, time weaves its web. The Ephemeral rests in the arms of the Infinite, a cycle without end. Each beginning is a whisper from the end, and silence reigns where echoes dare to tread.
The circle knows no end, nor does it begin. It is the serpent devouring its own tail, the ouroboros of ages. Listen closely, and you shall hear the fearsome song of intuition, guiding you through the shadows.
Navigate the labyrinth, and unveil the cryptic truth: mystic whispers, eternal silence, or perhaps the void's doorway will reveal themselves.