"In the vast entanglements of cosmic whispers, where every star sings the echoes of loss,
we find ourselves not as seekers, but as listeners to a forgotten song.”
- An ancient transmission of lost wisdom
Lost between the grids, in the folds of space-time, there lies an unspoken truth:
The silence of the void, softer than the breath of a sleeping universe, holds
a chaos that is unutterably beautiful. Will you decipher its melody?
Once, a voice echoed from the depths: "The labyrinth is not the way it seems,"
affirming that every path diverges and converges with intent unknown,
binding us to more than the mere illusion of choice.