Enter the circular path of reflection.
In the twist of the echo's turn, a voice emerges. Instructive and layered, symbiotic with the silence. A guide born of the path, made by footsteps untaken.
When you wander through the halls, heed the whispers of the walls, for they speak in hues of forgotten lore.
The first step: Listen. The second: Reflect. The third: Trust the unseen compass.
If the winding paths confuse, remember—Step into clarity.
Should the echoes grow silent, seek solace at the Sanctuary of Understanding.