The doorway shimmers, a veil between the seen and unseen. Each step echoes in eternity, as labyrinthine paths twist realities into whispers. Here, the nexus of fate awaits, silent yet screaming with the truths of ages.
The ancients spoke in riddles, their voices woven into the fabric of time. "To find the truth, one must lose themselves," they whispered, as shadows danced in forgotten halls.
Seek the Oracle Find the Escape Gaze into the Reflection