The maze spiraled, twists and turns leading nowhere. You find yourself pondering, is this the end or just another beginning?
Pathways crisscross like tangled thoughts. We wander, ever searching, yet we hold the map in our minds, don't we? The echoes of our steps remind us of those who walked before, and perhaps those who will walk after.
Have you ever stopped to smell the stones? Feel their ancient whispers against your cheek? In this labyrinth, at the edge of oblivion, nothing is what it seems. Except maybe the start or the portal.