In an echo, one finds the beginning of time's breath!
Did you hear that? The stories of travelers past, woven into the very air we breathe.
Step boldly, brave soul, for the Silent Halls murmur secrets of yesteryears. Hear the echoes of forgotten laughter bouncing off the stone walls, an orchestra of memories that dance in the dim glow of history.
Imagine paths taken, left to linger like whispers in a dream, trailing off into the unknown. These halls have seen the dreams of kings and the sighs of the weary.
The labyrinth welcomes you, its energy pulsating. Do you dare to open the hidden doors?
Feel the symphony of silence as you venture further, each footstep a note in an ancient melody only heard by those who listen closely.
Ahead, the air shifts, and the walls seem to breathe. The labyrinth is alive! And you are its breath... Will you find your way back?
Collect the echoes, for they are the whispers of your own forgotten memories.