A swirl of echoes in the dim halls, where footsteps lose meaning in the dance of light and shade. Wisps of twilight weave through the labyrinth, creating corridors of forgotten murmurs. Do not follow them, or the sunlit paths may lead you astray.
The air vibrates with secrets spoken by the stone itself. Each footstep a note in a symphony of solitude, the silent song of eras hidden beneath the surface. Here lies the echo of every heart that has wandered these halls.
Between the breath of shadows and the pulse of stars, the labyrinth breathes. Its walls are woven from sunlight and shadow, a tapestry of the fleeting now. Dare you wander through the shifting veils? Time itself seems to unravel.