Maze of the Whisperer

Enter the gallery, where whispers echo louder than shouts. You find yourself at the first junction: Path A: The corridor widens, adorned with portraits of unseen faces. You hear them calling, but their lips move without sound. Follow them, they say. Or is it just wind? Path B: A door is ajar, revealing not light, but shadows tangled in shadows. Step inside, they urge. You will find what you seek, even if you never sought it. Path C: The walls close in, but a tiny window offers a glimpse of what could be. Or was. The outside whispers too, but in a language you don't understand. Choose wisely, or perhaps choose foolishly. Either way, the maze continues, spiraling inward, where no center is found, only more corridors. Beyond each turn, a mirror reflects not your image, but your doubts.