Deep within the shadowed corridors of memory, there lies a name—one that once bore significance, resonating like the gentle chime of a distant bell. Names are stories, stories are dreams, and dreams are echoes in the endless expanse of time.
Seek the forgotten within the halls,
Where once the unsung futures called.
A single name etched in dust,
Yet of its power, you can trust.
The labyrinth shifts as you step through, each twist and turn a new enigma. Remember, the names you seek are not absent; they linger in the silence, waiting for your breath to bring them back into the light.