In the depths of forgotten dreams, where shadows hold echoes of the sun, time unravels, weaving a pattern of stories untold. Are we mere threads stitched into a cosmic quilt, or is the labyrinth a reflection of ourselves, forever seeking, forever lost?
As the clock ticks softly, we wonder at the alien familiarity of our own existence: bygone places and faces replayed in the delicate folds of memory. Step lightly, dear traveler, for each choice creates reality as much as it escapes it.
What is permanence in the passing? A fleeting shadow cast by a forgotten light. Journey through the woven threads of today to discover tomorrow's yesterdays.
What if you turn back?