In labyrinths crafted by the hands of time, find your way without searching. Direction is an illusion, a fleeting whisper in a storm of silence. Step forward, backward, or not at all—the journey is a dance of paradox.
Step 1: Embrace the void, where paths diverge and converge into a singularity.
Step 2: Question the question; every answer is a doorway that leads to another wall.
Step 3: Listen to the echoes of your footsteps; they are the whispers of forgotten truths.