In the heart of every labyrinth lies a choice, a decision veiled in shadow and dust.
What is the unseen path?
It is the whisper of the choice not taken, the echo of steps that could have traced the contours of a different eternity.
Perchance, a door half-opened in time, a mirage of futures blurred by the sands of oblivion.
You wander here, in this maze of thought, where every path leads you back to yourself, yet changed, unknown.
Will you step through the veils?
Find your answer in the corridors of thought:
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