The corridor extends, walls of grey metal encase. No sound, no whisper, just the echo of existence. Steps resonate, yet there is no destination. Forward, always forward. A mechanical clock ticks in the mind, gears turning, no beginning, no end. Silence. The void consumes the thought.
while (true) {
advance(steps);
if (encounter(wall)) {
turn(90);
}
// Silence persists
}
Pathways intersect, but intersection lacks meaning. Choices made are choices unmade. The labyrinth is an assembly line, each turn predetermined, each corridor a cog in the machine of silence. Data flows, yet the stream is stagnant, a paradox. Numbers count the steps, but the sum is irrelevant.
Occasionally, a flicker of light. Not warmth, not illumination, but an anomaly. Interference in the programming of reality. The eye scans, but it perceives nothing of consequence. Ephemeral, transient, like the sound of a forgotten memory.
Pause. System check. Diagnostics reveal nothing. The absence of error is the greatest error. Continuation is the mandate. Tranquility in the machine. Silence in the labyrinth. Yet, a question arises: what is the purpose of the maze?
Echo of the Whisper Enter the Void Clockwork Mechanism