The void whispers tales. Stories of yesterday that never were.
Listen closely: a silence so loud, it deafens even the pure.
Dreams are currency in this market of shadows. The ugliest truth?
They are bought with the breath of daylight ghosts.
In the labyrinth, truths grow like weeds, entangled with lies, under the watchful eyes of forgotten deities.
Follow the path not taken, where footsteps fade before the earth swallows them whole.