The corridors weave endlessly, where whispers echo and thoughts linger unchained.
Echoes of echoes, murmuring in fractals, unraveling the said and unsaid.
Each twist, each turn—a glimpse into the mind's forgotten alcoves, a specter in shadow, a thought in flight.
The mind's labyrinth, where paths diverge and intersect, a dance of light and shade.
Hold fast to the fleeting moments, the whispers of past reflections, the murmurs of forgotten futures.
In silence, the whispers speak, through corridors unseen, into the heart of the maze.
Step Deeper Hidden Corners Entwined Thoughts