The path is hidden, coiled between forgotten whispers of ancient trees and riddling winds.
A map of metaphors leads the way, its lines drawn with smoke and shadow.
To see what lies beyond, close your eyes. No road is ever straight; all twist towards the unseen.
Can you unravel the enigma? 🔮
Follow the glyphs, inscribed in the dew. Yet never touch—perception is your gate.
Take heed of unspoken secrets, locked within the rustpled foliage. Visit next here or walk further ways through the labyrinth.