In the dim light of the echoing hallways, a rustle of paper unveils itself as a shadowy figure, cloaked in mystery. You are drawn in, page by shadowy page, into a world where whispers linger, and shadows, though intangible, feel all too present. In this labyrinth, every turn offers a puzzle, every whisper a forgotten secret.
The clock ticks backward, but the hourglass has spilled. In the room of the shattered mirrors, the reflection asks:
"Who am I in the labyrinth where whispers are but echoes of the past?"
Interrogate the ReflectionAs you navigate through this realm, the air thickens with the scent of aged parchment, and your fingers brush against the cold steel of hidden doors waiting to be unlocked. Yet, these doors are merely illusions, façades concealing truths that are never meant to be known.
Behind a door that leads to nowhere, a lonesome lantern flickers. Its light reveals:
"In the whispers of forgotten names, who shall rise and who shall remain buried in the dark?"
Lift the Lantern's Veil