Unveiled Chronicles

Steps echo in the shadows, where light fears to tread. A door, ajar, breathes dust and memory.

Whispers of the unwritten linger.

Labyrinthine thoughts cross paths, only to diverge in the end. The whispering walls hold secrets untold, yet the seeker finds only reflections of self. The corridor bends, then breaks. What lies ahead remains unseen, but shadows dance in the flickering light. Turn left, Turn right, Follow the path, Or carve your own.

In the silence, a question remains: Did you ever begin?
Echoes of the Past
Unraveled Paths