Beyond the threshold lies a tapestry woven from the whispers of lovers lost in the folds of timeless yearning. Here, the names are etchings in stone, a testament to the souls entwined in the dance of the cosmos. They flicker in the twilight—a heart's echo in the labyrinth's embrace.
In shadows, the names murmur stories—a silken thread connecting the eternal to fleeting moments. "Aveline," sighs one; "Lucien," another breathes, imbued with passion and longing. The labyrinth carves these names not in ink, but in the essence of night and the warmth of distant stars.
Step lightly, seeker, for each door hides a world within a world, a portal to dreams yet unspoken, to desires unfulfilled. Will you etch your own name in the sands of time?
Venture Further