Labyrinth of Echoes

Welcome, brave wanderer, to the labyrinth of nothingness, where silence is the fabric of insanity.

Behold the paradox: a symphony of whispers strums, yet no tongue dares articulate the muted melodies stale like aged cheese.

Seek a thread of thought, and you shall unravel the cosmic joke dangling precariously on the edge of understanding.

The walls whisper futile secrets: a song beseeching air, tethered by strands of irony thick enough to choke a conscience or illuminate it, if ever found.

Navigate away towards the unknown*.

*undefined and yet fully present. Remember to tread softly, for each step echoes.

Further exploration? You might consider these distant echoes: