Before you lies an endless expanse,
The labyrinth of the not-quite-itself.

Whispers echo as paths unfold.

Light bends reality here, unraveling tales of lost explorers,
Perpetual wanderers bound in mirrored glass.

Each reflection, a question. Each question, a door.

Mazes without ends, until the echoes'secrets sink deep.

Step further within. | The lunar voyage begins anew. | Familiar Edge, Uncertain Footing.