Whispers of light collide with shadows,
A dance of photons lost in the echoing corridors.
Where one ray seeks a reflection,
Another finds solace in the prism's embrace.
Does the sun tire of its daily journey,
Or does it relish the repetition,
Winding through the labyrinth like a restless traveler?
Hear the echoes of forgotten promises,
Unfold mysteries beyond comprehension,
And wonder why shadows speak a language more fluent than light.
The maze spins, endlessly,
Each turn a choice unmade,
Each reflection a truth obscured.