Dear traveler of the uncharted avenues,
Your heart sings an ancient hymn, binding stardust to shadows.
In this corridor, where echoes mimic whispers, you find the realm of serpentine paths—a tapestry woven with twilight threads.
The letters you hold are inked in moonlit despair, tracing an arcane language known only to the lost.
“To wander,” said the first ghostly scribe, “is to weave oneself between the woven seams of eternity.”
Pathways unfurl, labyrinthine and eternal, each step echoing in the hollows of an undiscovered night.
Beneath each choice, lies a forgotten tale—a shadow that flickers just beyond the gaze of reason.
Heed the signs carved by those who walked this path before, their warnings like spectral fingertips skimming your spine.
Continue onward, if you dare, through the aching corridors of time.