In the ink-filled abyss, echoes of the unsung lullabies fade softly. With each whisper, the labyrinth unravels a forgotten tune.
The voice of the void, quiet yet persistent, calls out a resonance unseen, a journey tainted with dreams tangled in time.
It is the realm of restless spirits, where silence dances and shadows speak.
Listen… to the rustling echoes, they are the guardians of your path. Each step forward stirs a memory, each pause holds a story.
Between the walls, an ethereal glow hums—static lullabies wrapped in mystery, unravel the enigma within.
Seek not the end, but the echoes that breathe within the labyrinth's embrace.
Silent but heard.