Do not enter without a permit for reverse travel.
The only constant in a labyrinth spun by riddles is the song of reverse ripples. One might ask, how does a ripple sing backward? The answer is, gracefully with a hint of sarcasm.
Imagine a water droplet, not falling, but crawling back up to the sky. This is the ambitious journey of every ripple who has ever pursued a melody in reverse. Here, in the grand corridors of the forgotten maze, they play a tune that could only be described as "Lost but Not Quite Forgotten".