> When the sun sets, our shadows rise
> Carved in whispers, unspoken lies
> Behold the silhouette of truth untold
> In the labyrinth, our stories unfold
Inside these walls, the shadow speaks the tongue of irony. The once-proud hieroglyphs now tell tales of forgotten shapes and misplaced sarcasm.
Once, these symbols were the height of sophistication. Now? Mere hieroglyphs of our past mistakes:
⏳ Time of the Clockwork Mouse
🪙 Guardian of the Silver Coin
🚪 The Door Ajar
🌒 Shade of the Half Moon
> None shall pass unscathed, yet all shall pass despite their earnest wish to remain.