Whispers of the Labyrinth

upon the ancient stones, ichor drips, secrets etched in time, wander? yet tethered.

the shadows breathe, filling the void with echoes: Do you know the way?

eyes within eyes, watching through veils less seen. The heart, a murmur, an erratic pulse.

navigate not with the head, but the silent rhythm within the veins. Take the corridor of forgotten dreams…

shadows dance, flickering whispers of yesteryears, a tether to the astral sea.

Lost among the fragmented verses, the oracle speaks in riddles, binding the ephemeral.

here, the paths converge, where every sigh of the forgotten labyrinth resonates, an erratic yet harmonious hymn.

an invitation to traverse the unseen, the unwritten, the unfathomable.