This ocular maze is not for the faint-hearted,
nor those seeking only clarity.
It requires a dance upon the quivering line of perception.
In the shadowy ripple of corridors,
Is motion an illusion of past reflections?
What they see is not, what they feel is content;
But their real selves linger at the end, unbound.
To proceed forward, first check the walls around you.
The words written will not guide you true,
unless you understand the patterns of stars etched within.
Choose your continuance wisely:
Remember, the labyrinth reveals itself only to those who dance with its riddles,
and embrace the shadows that flicker without reason.