Maze of Trees

In the silence between stars, where whispers become echoes, a message awaits. Find the grove where truth lies hidden in the bark.

A million paths branch, not of footsteps, but of thoughts unraveling from roots entwined in the abyss. Do you dare to speak to the roots?

Cosmic dust settles on dreams, reshaping the world anew. Learn to listen to the echoes of time behind your eyelids.

Each leaf a word, forsaken yet sacred, lies scattered on the forest floor. In the silence, a language breathes, waiting for those who see through the trees.

Oracle of the maze, speak to the spaces between heartbeats.

The labyrinth is not a shape, but a state of being—an entanglement of cosmic whispers. Breathe through the branches, and you may find your way home.