In the year of the silver crescent, when the sun revered the glow of an ethereal moon, I found myself wandering through the infinite corridors of the Labyrinth. Each step resonated like a gentle chime, calling forth specters of past and future entwined, revealing tales lost to the veil of centuries.

Amidst the whispering echoes, I encountered an ancient tapestry, woven with threads of time itself. Its designs were a map of memories etching the paths of travelers long departed. I traced my finger along the intricate patterns, feeling the warmth of their journeys seep into my very soul.