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?
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.
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.