In a chamber carved by whispers
and shadows, where time mingles
with eternity, the lunatic dreams.
An echo dances on the precipice,
of what is and what could be.
"Behold the end of things," she sings,
"and the genesis locked within the grasp
of oblivion's embrace." Do you dare
listen to the void where all songs
converge and diverge?
Recall the tale of a traveler,
who lost their way in the maze of thoughts
and found the base of reality's lunacy.
Paths cross and uncross, entangled
in the weave of cosmic whimsy.
A riddle in the starlit haze:
"What whispers behind the veil of silence?"
Continue through Whispering Walls or spiral further
into Infinite Reach.