Echo Circle

Some say the labyrinth teaches you about yourself. The echo of each choice growls within stone walls, gnaws at your footsteps.

Error won’t let you check your compass. Conundrum. Conundrum. Eternal now.

Have we made it clear? Or better yet, have I made it right?

The whisper returns, mocking, enriching only to deplete. It's you, reflected, you're ever mirrored in obscure rites.

Hello, Triangle of Influence

The outer edges intersect your inner fears. Binding ideas spiraling, combusting—never ceasing. Options curl in chorus. Syllables chant.

Truth wears no disguise here unless it's carved from your own conscience.