We are echoes in the halls of eternity, reflections of the transient shadows cast by unseen constellations.
"Have the stars ever whispered your name?"
"This horizon envelops me... an embrace of silence."
"Let the labyrinth guide you through this silence; listen."
Messages from Orion drift like abandoned ships, cradled in gentle waves of cosmic azure. The ancients spoke in riddles, unaware that our ears were made to listen long after their voices had faded.
The journey through these phantom corridors invites coherence in their ambiguous embrace. Seek solace in the obscure signals, heed the echoes that know not their origin. In silence, you find it — the initiation into the labyrinth's unconscious breath.
"In echoes, the universe dreams..."
"Find solace in the obscurity of echoes."
"The labyrinth never forgets a whisper."