Ever wondered what would happen if you forgot your phone in the middle of a solstice celebration? People talking about celestial alignments, half-listening, scrolling, swiping, lost in their own orbits. Kind of like this labyrinth, where you're supposed to get lost and find something, maybe yourself or maybe just a good café that sells overpriced herbal tea.
You walk, or rather shuffle, through the maze. There’s a distinct lack of squirrels on this path, and isn't that odd? The sky shifts from teal to a forgotten shade of violet. You pass by a sign that reads "Turn back now" but it's upside down, maybe it's a suggestion to keep going. Twilight awaits.
In the labyrinth, every footstep is recorded in whispers. You can hear conversations from other dimensions, where people have made different choices. Here, they’re friendly ghosts, calling you over, sharing their secrets in a language both strange and familiar.