In the soft embrace of an eternal dusk, a voice lingers in the alleyways of the mind, asking:
"Where shall the unbroken path lead you, if not within the mists of whispered secrets?"
A labyrinth unfolds, not merely of stone and shadows, but of thoughts entwined. The whispers, like spectral winds, ripple through every corridor of consciousness, tracing fingers along familiar walls, yet the world feels foreign.
You step forth, heart echoing with the sound of distant memories, those fragments of clarity hidden beneath layers of dreams.
"Here lies the beginning, where endings have never ended,"
The voice, entangled with the rustle of ethereal leaves, guides you forward.
Below, in the heart of the maze, a door waits. Its knob is cool to the touch, its surface etched with symbols unknown, yet somehow recognized. What lies beyond, asks the void, and what is the cost of knowing?
Beyond the threshold, the paths diverge. Each choice, a whisper in your ear, a secret known only to those who dare to tread the unseen.