In the dim corridors, echoes of past whispers...

An echo speaks in reverse: "Do not enter, escape, remember".

You find a mirror, yet it never reflects your face. Instead, it shows a fleeting memory of wind.

Paths diverge and converge, much like thoughts that slip through fingers. Echoes...

Time glitches, a brief loop, and the labyrinth laughs.

Chase the shadow that isn't yours.

Do you wander or are you found? Errant... and misplaced.