In the silence of the labyrinth, there lies a murmur—echoes of forgotten whispers
wrapped in the shroud of time's embrace. Here, the past feeds upon itself,
a neverending banquet of tethered dreams and fossilized thoughts unearthed.
Shadows flicker, cast by memories of sunset dances upon the ocean's chromatic veil.
The mirage of laughter skitters across the mind's eye, a reflection in mist.
Do you hear it? The echo of your own voice, a distant star in the night sky of the soul.
Journey deeper, walk through the corridors
where words carve themselves into stone,
seeking solace in the permanence of their chiseled existence.