In the heart of the labyrinth, a question waits, suspended in the silent air:
Does the echo answer the voice or simply continue its solitary journey?
Footsteps softly tread upon the cobblestones, each step a note in a song unsung.
Walls hum with forgotten truths, breathing life into riddles etched by time.
Whisper to the void, and it shall whisper back, they say, but echo is a lonely companion.
Here, amidst shadows and light, the eternal dance of questions unfolds, a tapestry woven in twilight.
Wander and wonder: Choices lie in wait, cloaked in mystery, their faces hidden in the mist.