Tangles of the Labyrinth

In the heart of the twisting passages, a whisper lingers — cold as the forgotten dawn, warm as the lost echoes of voiceless screams.

"Do not seek the light, for it lies beyond the shadows of your soul..."

The walls, alive with muted prayers, creak gently under the weight of memories unsaid, burrowing into the depths of twilight.

The labyrinth dances, writhing like a serpent hungry for truths unspoken, while the silence trembles on the brink of night.

"In the shadows where whispers become screams, the eternal door waits..."

As the stars dim and the moon weeps black tears upon the cobwebbed stones, the murmurs twist into the form of a face — pale, inscrutable, and eternally longing.

Should you brave the fomorian gaze creeping along the edges of dreams, know the journey is its own darkened reward. The void whispers — a promise unfulfilled, a truth untold.