The labyrinth of consciousness spirals inward, a fractal echo of thoughts untamed. Each corridor less traveled whispers forgotten truths, reflections hidden in plain sight.
Light bends and twists, revealing a world inverted, where shadows dance on the edge of whispers, just beyond the threshold of memory.
In this room of mirrors, every surface reflects another, each image telling stories of places never visited and choices never taken. Yet, here, they are, as real as the worlds we build on paper and dreams.
Follow the paths:
Let the fractal patterns guide you, through each recursive turn and reflective sheen, till the point of infinity converges upon itself.
What lies at the center is a truth veiled by illusion, a mirror unto a mirror, ad infinitum. Embrace the distortion; let it reveal what is only hidden when seen outright.